The market-place has nothing to sell Left alone its awnings shiver Wind whistles through the wood Fish teeth snapping in a river Peaks puncture the sky Like a child's icy toes Dipped in a stream

Just give me a second darling To clear my head Just put down those scissors baby, on this single bed The sand in the hourglass is running low I came through thunder, the cold wind The rain and th

I heard an angel's voice, singing in quiet prayer It seemed to pull my heart, slowly straight up the stairs I spent that night awake, though you lay fast asleep, I saw a teardrop fall, gently dow