A loaf of bread and you and me,
A jug of wine beneath the tree,
We will sit and we will see
In and out, up, up, below,
Phantom figures come and go,
Just a magic shadow show,
Come, love, watch with me.
We cannot see it, it keeps changing so,
All round us, in and out, above, below,
At evening, phantom figures
Just a magic shadow show.
Come, love, watch with me,
Was all we heard on that fog
We thought we saw him, but if so,
He sank into the irrecoverable sea.
what is your country now?
Cran, a backcourt, an accordion,
Of sherbet dabs, henna, jasmine brow.
and time will never free it.
Mechtub, the caravan winds jangling on.
