in pastures blue and green
i’ll follow you and you’ll follow me
my fabric’s mystery
iÂ’ll wave your loyalty in the freezing breeze so desperately
i think i see my life
he bows all slyly and gentle-like
he’s never had the right
but i’ve never lived without
his sad and jealous eyes
Oh and another one comes down
another one comes down
another one comes down
another one comes down
but it’s the thought that counts
no, quiet minds
don’t know their worth
they know know what to do
so i’ll pray for them
and i’ll pray for you
till my face turns blue
oh and another one comes down
and another one comes down
and another one comes down
they’d say,
“let your love grow tall”
“let your love grow tall”
tall as the grass in the meadow?
or the dunes on the shore?
like the buildings in the city?
and your children on the floor?
like the darkness in the forest?
like my frightened worried eyes?
or the roots in the soil?
are these skies telling lies?