I saw you kiss sweet William   In a forest of red leaves   The rain ran cold against my neck   The wind lay down to sleep      I walked all night in stillness   And I walked all day as well   I walked across the desert plains   And through the jagged hills      I slept inside the north wind   In a coracle at sea   And in the deepest darkest woods   My dreams sang songs to me      I dreamed I killed sweet William   And I kissed his cold white brow   I washed his body in the lake   And I sewed his eyelids down      Sing a song of sixpence   Battles in the past tense   Picked out by the snow      If I should find sweet William   Lying pale beneath the snow   I'll row out to the deepest depths   And let sweet William go      I'll watch him sink beneath the flood   And back to where he came   And pray to God and death and blood   I might forget his name