Time Of Your Arrival

The Woodsmen

Compositor: The Woodsmen

you come to me through the grass,
and i know the time of your arrival.
i been thinking, all along the path-
how youre so desirable.

by the bridge in the pines,
we sail unprepared down the autumn river.
by the bridge in the pines-
we stand and stare at the moss for the very last time.

fuck all those wearisome songs of loss,
cause i cant get through to myself for impatience.
oh baby just dont try- love the self and cast it wide.
(under the fur, by the stream, in the tent)

wow the breath of magic is alluring.
(gonna have to wink to the one good eye of the dawn)
somehow always to the will of the moment bending,
in the sunlight, on the back proch, on the back lawn..