Oak and Stone

In mountain springs
Headwaters rise
In those hills
I may find
Peace of mind

The river's source
Has gone to ground
Hard to reach
Eagles soar
Search in distant lands

This is what I came for
What I longed for
And it changes everything
And nothing at all
Here is a face from those old pictures
Black and white turned to gold
In these trembling hands

Long time coming
Long journey home
Oak and stone
Lands unknown
To reveal

Worlds apart
Stranger still
How can I
Close the space
While we still draw breath?

This is what I came for
What I longеd for
And it changes everything
And nothing at all
Hеre is a face from those old pictures
Black and white turned to gold
In these trembling hands

Winterbourne in distant hills
The way downstream is further still
Through elderflower
And hawthorn woods
Starlings dancing high above
All roads lead to somewhere else
And never seem to reach an end
The order of the world's unchanged
The constellations are the same

Time to put this thing to rest
Time to leave the empty stage
A footnote
An unwritten page
Words are better left unsaid
Stories do not always find an end

The source of a river
Is hard to find
Out of reach
Out of time
And so far from home

This is what I came for
What I longed for
And it changes everything
And nothing at all