I’ll wait for you where the Willow bends
Where lives and deeds make no amends
Branches and leaves punctate the sky
Life races quickly
And the grey gulls fly
Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time
We drift this way and pass sublime
And sip our cup of blood red wine
I’ll wait for you where the fenland breaks
Where time releases our past mistakes
Branches and leaves punctate the sky
Life races quickly
And the grey gulls fly
Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time
The day it breaks and shadows fade
Into a life of light and shade
I’ll wait for you by the wooded glen
Where lovers search for the souls of men
Branches and leaves punctate the sky
Life races quickly
And the grey gulls fly
Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time
Turn and face the tangled weeds
Forget the curse of forgotten deeds
I’ll wait for you on the old brown moss
Where the water birds don’t count the cost
Branches and leaves punctate the sky
Life races quickly
And the grey gulls fly
Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time
Clouds of oblivion blow around my head
And we creep still closer to the living dead
I’ll wait for you where the seas cascade
Where life and death are not betrayed
Branches and leaves punctate the sky
Life races quickly
And the grey gulls fly
Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time
Then drink to me at the graveside brae
And pray together for the passing day