There is a place where she would always be

Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees

Holding his sour breath

He knows she's there

Watching the torrent as it flows



Watching her soft white dress, it flows

In the innocent breezes

Smoothing the stones

Watching her cold white dress, it floats



He could see his love like a long forgotten dream

He could see his love veiled beneath the stream

He could see his love grow pallid and suffer as he weeps

His tears fall around her in oil-rainbow streaks

He could see his own reflection cloud the stones



There is a place where she will always be

Where the blossom floats above her through the reeds

Where cling the willow roots

His fingers reach

Searching for her lost arms to seize



Watching her soft white dress, it flows

In the innocent breezes

Smoothing the stones

Watching her cold white dress, it floats