Paroles de One Southern Girl

Lolling down on the edge of time Where the flower months fade as the days move over Days that are long like lazy rhyme Nights that are pale with the moon and the clover Summer there is a dream of summer Rich with dusks for a lover’s food Who is the harlequin, who is the mummer You or time or the multitude? Still does your hair’s gold light the ground And dazzle the blind till their old ghosts rise? Then, all you care to find being found Are you yet kind to their hungry eyes? Part of a song, a remembered glory Say there’s one rose that lives and might Whisper the fragments of our story Kisses, a lazy street and night