Текст песни
If I ask you, will you show me the ocean?
The sky that's heavy, in its brooding motion?
And that cloud, upon the waves reclined,
Will the woken crimson eye of sun
Wash it away with a morning mind?
Without you, I cannot grasp, I cannot know
The wisdom of the lines the heavens throw,
The beauty of the lilies in the field,
And at the moon, as if it's washed and doubled in its glow,
I cannot learn to look without a wail
And if our time together will allow,
I'll ask you to once more to show me how
Beyond the horizon, skies are set aflame,
And how your eyes of blue can see the same
Through gallons of the water and the salt
When dust will settle on the attic's vault,
When cries of terns and warblers will combine,
When snow will bury all the mountain's spine,
And of my life, a pencil is what's left to write,
I will be asking you before the night
You will teach me, won't you?
Without you, I cannot grasp, I cannot know
The wisdom of the lines the heavens throw,
The beauty of the lilies in the field,
And at the moon, as if it's washed and doubled in its glow,
I cannot learn to look without a wail
You will teach me, won't you?
