Last winter you loved me, invited me in

When the cold was a hard and angry spinner of winds

And I was a lonely singer of songs

Spinnin’ tales of lost love’s angels

every night ‘til the night was gone

Now it’d be easy to say I never doubted our dream

I often sing for the sound, forget what I mean

But the dream while it lasted was clear as the air

Now it’s over and past, we’re free as the air

Blonde hair was sea-froth and cloud in the sky

Your legs flashed like razors

your scarlet skirt slit to the thigh

And a harsh wind was stilled when I stepped in your room

Turned warm and sweet the moment

you pulled me into your arms

Now it’d be easy to say…

What started with white sheets and oceans of time

Streetlight and starlight pouring

through the window like wine

Now turns with the drumbeat of seasons again

To distances and silences, another

harsh winter wind

And it’d be easy to say…

1982

The Green Album