Turn of the Century

Realizing a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Through his working hands
Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sunIn his room his lady
She would dance and sing so completely
So be still he now cries
I have time oh let clay transform thee soIn the deep cold of night
Winter calls he cries don't deny me
For his lady, deep her illness
Time has caught her
And will for all reasons take herIn the still light of dawn, she dies
Helpless hands soul revealing
Like leaves we touch we learn
We once knew the story
As winter calls he will starve
All but to see the stone be lifeNow roan, no more tears
Set to work his strength
So transformed him
Realizing a form out of stone
His work so absorbed himCould she hear him, could she see him?
All aglow was his room dazed in this light
He would touch her, he would hold her
Laughing as they danced
Highest colors touching othersDid her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
How we meet, how we'll love
Oh let life so transform meLike leaves we touched we danced
We once knew the story
As autumn called and we both remembered
All those many years ago
I'm sure we knowWas the sign of the day with a touch
As I kiss your fingers
We walk hands in the sun
Memories when we're young
Love lingers soWas it sun through the haze
That made all your looks
As warm as moonlight?
As a pearl deep your eyes
Tears have flown away
All the same lightDid her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet how we'll look
As we smile time will leave me clearlyLike leaves we touch, we see
We will know the story
As autumn calls we'll both remember
All those many years ago