Bound by the Beauty - Jane Siberry

I’m bound by the beauty

I’m bound by desire

I’m bound by the duty

I’m coming back in 500 years

And the first thing I’m gonna do

When I get back here

Is to see these things I love

And they’d better be here

First I’m going to find a forest

And stand there in the trees

And kiss the fragrant forest floor

And lie down in the leaves

And listen to the birds sing

The sweetest sound you’ll ever hear

And everything the dappled

Everything the birds

Everything the earthness

Everything the verdant

The verdant green

I’m bound by the fire…

Then I’m going to find an open field

And lie down in the flowers

And then I’m going to find a guitar

And play play play for hours

And then I’m going to find a river

To see what kind of body in

And everything the granite

Everything the kiss

Everything the earthness

Everything the verdant

The verdant dream

I’m bound by the beauty

I’m bound by desire

I’m bound to keep returning

I’m bound by the beauty of the light

The slightest change

The constant rearrange

Of light upon the land

I’m bound by the beauty of the wind

That blows across the earth

The unfetteredness the wheatness

And through the flying hair

The slowness of the falling leaves

Across this warm November door

And the geese the flying southness

The arms out evermore

I’m bound by the snow

The soft the fallingness

The everupward face…

The everupward face…

Bound by the sunsets

The rivers

The music

The beauty…