Western Hemisphere

I want to give you this and ask for nothing in return Let me give you this, with no hope for something in return Naturally, we let the day begin Beneath our separate rivers, a secret spring There are halos of mist spread out in the air Fields of feathered barely for those who care White cows in the western hemisphere Is it worth remembering the heat in the air? And I know it's only fire and water And I know there is no real gold in them hills And the cows are more dead than holy Economy of thrills Hold your love still I want to give you this and ask for nothing in return Let me give you this with no secret hope for something in return Tell me your night's dreams, I want to listen The hard current, the soft brush There is no such thing as deserving them In the spring that flows through the dead of night The spring that flows in unforgiving light