I can see you standing in a stream
long reflections flowing back to me
orange pollen gathers 'round your knees
and thighs and swirls a lullaby
to float down stream to another stream
Leaves float by and cover up the sunny sky
Leaves float by and cover up your sunny eyes
There is nothing here that I can do
My direction cannot pull you through
Watch the world go swirling into you
then out, to flow, to somewhere new
to flow away, to somewhere new
Leaves float by and cover up the sunny sky
Leaves float by and cover up your sunny eyes
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