Photograph




You’re just a photograph
fading into grey...
This is all I have of you
In this slow and windy day...

The wind just hurries on
In a world that knows you’re gone...
And by these frowning hills
My heart is hurting still...

Then in the ocean’s curl
There were stones among the pearls...
And by that broken shore
I could have loved you more...

Will I find you there?
Will you be the same?...
Will I be alone?
Or will you bring me home?...
The wind has hurried on
In a world that knows you’re gone...
And in this empty rain
I still say your name...

My days are growing old
The wind is stories told...
And in this narrow land
If I could take your hand...

Will I find you there?
Will you be the same?...
Will I be alone?
Or will you bring me home?...