Tanglewood Tree

Love is a tanglewood tree in a bower of green

In a forest at dawn

Fair while the mockingbird sings

But she soon lifts her wings

And the music is gone

Young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide

When the red summer poppies bloom

But love is a trackless domain

And the rumor of rain

In the late afternoon

Love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep

When the long shadows cast

Thin as a vagrant young vine

It encircles and twines

And it holds the heart fast

Catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes

And the moon in their tousled hair

But love is a light in the sky

And an unspoken lie

And a half whispered prayer

I'm walkin' down a bone dry river but the cool mirage runs true

I'm bankin' on the fables of the far

Far better things we do

I'm livin' for the day of reck'ning counting down the hours

I yearn away

I burn away

I turn away the fairest flower of love

'Cause darling love is a garden of thorns

And a crow in the corn

Love's garden of thorns

How it grows

Black crow in the corn hummin' low

And the brake growing wild

Brake nettle so pretty and wild and thistles surround the edge of the

Cold when the summer is spent

In the jade hearts' lament

Dark hour as the sun moves away

Lamenting a lost summer day

For the faith of a child

Who nurtures the faith of a child when nothing remains to cover her eyes

My body has a number and my face has a name

My body has a number

Maybe my face has a name

And each day looks the same to me

Each hour like each hour before

But love is a voice on the wind

And the wages of sin

This longing is a voice on the wind

She cultivates the wages of sin

And a tanglewood tree

In a tanglewood tree