The Folklords — Forty Second River lyrics

Lyrics

The uncut, untreated passage of my mind
Kneels before the mercy of tomorrow
The trembling concept of today
Stands vanishing, commanding tomorrow
Then sound becomes a memory
Sunken with the sun
The ripened fields are golden
My love and I are one
The windows that we watch through
Show the mist
Winding through the yesterdays forgotten
The colored panes of broken opal glass
Fall free — all yesterdays forgotten
No nothing can be seen but
Fields of dreams
Beckoning the two of us to follow
Our hearts are pressured only with a song
Caressing us — and we begin to follow
The sound becomes a memory
Sunken with the sun
The golden fields are gone now
My love and i are one (2X)