Paroles
This will be resounding
A hundred times again
In the summer, evening creeps up
If you get used to a day
The shadow all came later
And words would have you think
Those words flung among us,
A darkness out to dry
And still the sun is sleeping
When I expect to see
And still someone was coming,
It truly was not me
But I'll try to let skeins flung out
Be wound around again
And I'll try to let the rough rocks
Be finished by the waves
