Kite

Pembroke Pine you so lonesome sighs As murmured questions rise in line And weave their voices and entwine As breezes their disguise Willow cast your silent souls I see them ride on every beam Spirit from the forest team And reassume their roles No wind, no light No sun in sight Love hold me tight I'll fly my kite No wind, no light... Spiders roam you jeweless nets Empty void of morning's haul Where diamonds hung now missin' all With the thief, that sun who sets Willow cast your silent souls I see them ride on every beam And spirit from the forest team Reassume your roles