The Meetings of the Waters

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

Ferns, they will bend
And the moon, it will send
Slide down your collar
Your bones, they will mend
I know they will

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

All quarried out, but
Not one of your sting
I know your storm light
Will rise up again
Across the wave

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

The meetings of the waters
Could let go
Just below the ribs
To the higher reach
From the roots of love
Meetings of the waters

Your skin
Taste of gorse flowers
As we lie in the dark
Mouth is of sapphires
When you speak
There's a spark
Across the room

Ooh, ooh (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh (ooh, ooh)

The meetings of the waters
Could let go
Just below the ribs
To the higher reach
From the roots of love
Meetings of the waters
Meetings of the waters

Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods
Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods