Sound Of The Silk – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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Carry me back to the field bathed in sun The bright warm terraces where we used to run Where the songs of weddings liven the air Swear to me someone, you’ll bury me there In a temple, an urn, ‘neath a bright painted dome Not here in this valley alone
Carry my lover back cross the tide I want to be near her and placed by her side Where the rays of the day will whiten our bones Near two great rivers that convene into one To the sound of the silk as it runs through the loom Not here in this palace alone
Where the rains have worn down the great cities of stone But not here in this palace alone