The wind whistled you in behind the springtime

Float old note new among my mind

You hold the note, the note just moves the movement

Let go of the note and so move everything

I can't come to quantify the feeling

I was walking home half in the dreaming

The things that I was thinking I was singing

The wind whistled you in behind the springing

A star ran rings around the star before me

And spun and swooped and sank and rocked beneath me

And mirrored what I've carried since I met me

And shot me back into the ground below me

And there I met another note long buried

And sat upon its shoulders was a memory

A home but sea above me's gone so noisy

I almost think I do not recognize me

Feathered friend dig up and resurrect me

I long to live among the song of bardes

A lawless league of lonesome, lonesome beauty

Skies and skies and skies above duty

The wind whistled you in behind the springtime

Float old note new among my mind

You hold the note, the note just moves the movement

Let go of the note and so move everything

I can't come to quantify the feeling

I was walking home half in the dreaming

The things that I was thinking I was singing

The wind whistled you in behind the springing