The stream ran warm inside the sun
Worn by time, dust and weeds
Light and dark fell through the leaves
Where we sometimes laughed
So full of light and morning mist
We walked beneath the trees
Stark in winter, shadows black
Still in my mind, no turning back
(We sometimes laughed the day we threw the stone)
Always turning, moving on
Our words still swirl all around
Some tomorrow other words
Blend with ours, their voices heard
And sometimes we heard our words that swirl and dance around