Stream

poured my feet into this stream

and i feel poison

i want to take it up and hold it, hold it all

so that no one would ever feel poison again

if dreams can blow away

if we can lose our dearest days

will i ever know why you should want to hold...

poured my feet into this stream

and i feel goodness, gladness all around

and i want it to go

cuz out of this ground something good must come

if a beast can trample lovers down

must i pick up every broken bough

if each season looks to its last

drifts beneath these lazy laughs

oh but i still love

all the things that i've ever loved