Alone that child she dares
The one that makes you weak
To draw more than the queen's lot
Of a sailor soon to be free
And we can dance like diamond thieves at the fair
And we can dance like open windows in the evening air
Leaking boats built too low
And if you find the place
The one that made you grow
Crowns of flowers in the girl's face
Chasing blood into the river's flow
Of the sailor soon to be free
And we can dance like diamond thieves at the fair
And we can dance like open windows in the evening air More from The White Birch