And you are no longer a river to me
And you are no longer a river to me
Though your coursing remain eager to acquaint me
And you are no longer a docile stream
And you are no longer a docile stream
Though your patience proves you into ease
And once this spark met kindling
Forgets its gentle ambling
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
And you are not glassy bay to me
And you are not glassy bay to me
Though my tired fleet abides in your gentle breeze
And you are now vast and open sea
And my mind travels you endlessly
And you beckon, toss and toss and swallow me
And once this spark met kindling
Forgets its gentle ambling
You and I and a flame makes three (12x)