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Lyrics

A child took my hand
And walked me through a garden
A mother took me in
And sat me at her table

A small bird arrived
With a message you had flown
To be with your bonnie lad
Further down the road

And a longing goes to rest
Goes deep into the trees
Along the forest path
Which opens to the sea

To memories of you
To the words of your last days
To a dream unfulfilled
In that dear thin place

A plane took me south
To the city by the bay
I stayed there for a while
Too restless to remain

A plane took me east
To the city in the rain
Where life had to be lived
And escape had had its day

And a longing goes to rest
Goes deep into the trees
Along the forest path
Which opens to the sea

To memories of you
To the words of your last days
To a dream unfulfilled
In that dear thin place