Gold, Tan, Peach and Grey - Bodies Of Water

Rise up now, my darling

Pull this poncho off you

Trade it for what is in my trembling hand

Throw it on

Now we bear the colors

Of the life eternal

Here on our sweatshirts they are gold and tan

Peach and grey

I hear sung the song of birds

The notes of thrush and wren

And all things are sighing out

From burrow, nest, and den

Sever the silver cord

And break the golden bowl

And let us return to dust

And be at last made whole

Steal away forever

Dance alone and darkly

Learn things forgotten

Things that you missed, ways to move

No more — no more talk of where or when

No more — no feelings of vague rapport

No more — no leaning with outstretched arms

No more — no bells on your shoes or sleaves

Neck or hair

And all the colors are gold and tan

And they are peach and grey

And they are gold and tan and peach and grey