What Remains

The wind blows cold over the willows
The sky is bruised and shadowed
Put on your boots and overcoat
Don’t be afraid, my little sparrow
Bridge slung high over the river
Every step shakes and shivers
Water laughs out in whispers
She’ll take anything that you give her
It’s okay
Wash away
Every trace
What remains
It’s okay
It’s not too late
To find your way
Clean again
When your heart is weak and weary
Clap your hands, wake the spirits
Leaves float by on the current
Tide won’t turn 'till you turn it
It’s okay
Wash away
Every trace
What remains
It’s okay
It’s not too late
To find your way
Clean again
The wind blows cold over the willows
The sky is bruised and shadowed
Put on your boots and overcoat
Don’t be afraid, my little sparrow