Margaret arrayed the rocks around the hull before it was
sinking,
A million stones, a million bones, a million holes within
the chinking.
And painting rings around your eyes these peppered holes so
filled with crying.
A whisper weighed upon the tattered down where you and I
were lying.
Tell me now, tell me this, A forest's son, a river's
daughter,
A willow on the willow wisp, our ghosts will wander all of
the water.
So let's be married here today these rushing waves to bare
our witness,
And we will lye like river stones rolling only where it
takes us.
But I pulled you and I called you here,
And I caught you and I brought you here
These hazards of love, never more will trouble us.
Oh Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our
ankles
Another bow another breath this brilliant chill's come for
the shackle.
With this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry
whispers,
When the waves came crashing down, he closed his eyes and
softly kissed her.
But I pulled you and I called you here,
And I caught you and I brought you here
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