why are you walking here?
the boots have frozen down in ice
The water hasn't yet learned
Though the oaks they will be
Waving through the glass,
with matchsticks in their hands
And you will build a temple here
Where the Aspen silver lungs
breathe into their silver tongues
You will build a chapel, too,
Lay down in their silver beds
And you will learn to love
And the world will come to you
And the world, it will come to you
you will not walk here long
You will learn to climb like
You will learn to love the thing
The things that make you burn
Like lightning on the pines
You will learn to love the sun
You will ring the bells above
Where the ravens built their nests
Where the egret's snowy breast
Stretch across the salty plains
Bulbs of the labyrinth hurl
Bees, the bears, the snakes,
and string them up like a bird
The world will come to you
The world will come to you
The sun will come and comfort you
My love, my love will come
