Meadow Song

Every I time I see the west A hole fills up inside my chest A meadow where I left you there Has washed away in winter's grave Every time I see your face It washes all the skin away And hold you fast, embody me You left me with the holes you see You can stay, you can stay I wandered off but found the way And all these cliffs surrounding me The holes are patched in thanks in part to you --- Meadow Song - S. Carey