These thoughts of you, they are a gift   The smell of you on the winds due shift   Behind a chosen curtain, I'm set adrift   The talk of you still on my lips      You come from another place in my chest, yes   Golden brown and wooden burled   Till we have faces in this world   An' if I hear and do not do, how can I look after you      Every white bird, at the top of your voice   This days tear, watch me run   She never grows, faint in the try   Distant and blurred to my swing eye      These thoughts of you are the dreams that I have missed   The touch of you, I hear, I hear   Oh yes, and so are you in an always way   Bound Woven Hand to stay      Every white bird, at the top of your voice   This days tear, watch me run   She never grows, faint in the try   Distant and blurred to my swing eye      Every white bird, at the top of your voice   This days tear, watch me run   She never grows, faint in the try   Distant and blurred to my swing eye, to my swing eye