Can't trace this conversation --
   words fragment and fall
   into blue shadows by a white-baked wall.
   through shimmering spaces a single thrush calls --
   a song when it's over is no song at all.
  
   (Chorus:) and you know I long to feel that sail
   leaping in the wind
   and i long to see what lies beyond that rim
   oh, ever-new lover and friend
   sing me that love song again.
  
   time measured in summersaults
   and flickering kids' play --
   cross-world and southward it's a fine summer day
   translucent life-span evaporates away
   to bead on the cool grass in a cyclic ballet
  
   (repeat chorus)