We Fold Ourselves

I know where I’m going and I know who’s going with me I know who I am now And I
know who’s going with me Like a stream she glimmers onto me
All her lights they shimmer right through me
16 lanes of traffic, stuck
to this ancient hillside
swimmers in a flood
through everything we live by
Like a stream she glimmers onto me
All her lights they shimmer right through me
It’s a long long way
To the end of the estate
Where we climb the plank
To the old dirt way
And full of sounds
my dear
And full of sounds
here
And full of sounds
my dear
And full of sounds
here
Now slides the silent meteor on And leaves a shining furrow Now folds the lily
all her sweetness gone And slips into the bosom of the lake