Die with me, oh, never let me go
to a place that you just cannot be
Die with me, I don’t ever want to leave you
because you’re the holy part of me
Die with me, in an eternity of silence
I’ll only want to hear you breathe
Die with me, in a field beneath the stars
that’s the only place I want to be
So let not death come to depart us
I will walk you through this forest
to a room outside a kingdom
beyond the changing of the seasons
Oh flower beware
No, flower be there
Die with me, on a raft that’s moving slow
towards the raging of the blackest sea
Die with me, in the hollows of our home
where we dreamed of immortality
Die with me, on a fancy feather bed
with our veins aglow with morphine
Die with me, though I wish that we could stay
there’s a crow up in that willow tree
Saying, "Let not death come to depart thee
No blade of time can cut the heart strings
tied in bows and knots and stitches
bound by fate not to surrender
and no ghost, nor spells, nor witches
can unweave us from these wishes."
Oh flower beware ...
I die with you, for like branches to the breeze
you’re the only living part of me
I die with you, said the branches to the breeze
you’re the only living part of me
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth