So still the green and golden plain in icy spring   They young French convent girls in white singing   He took the sacrament young Antoine not without a blush   He left the priest the good book the bread and cup   And took with him the voices hanging in the silver space   Not till he'd reached the vineyard rim did he look down   On the gentle valley breathing in the sun   Seeing the eastern slope where she lived he spoke her name   In love beyond his years he saw the mist come down   And knew there would be many mists he'd look through   For this mountain star   Ah if you'd seen me there hiding in the orchard   Rejoicing in my warm salt tears   Holding to my heart the beauty of a sad song   Needing, needing you.