time, as a symptom
Singer:joanna newsom
and the task was the hardest thing she'd ever do. but she forgot
the moment she saw you. so it would seem to be true: when cruel birth debases
we forget. when cruel death debases
we believe it erases all the rest
that precedes. but stand brave
in the river of time. stand brave: time moves both ways
joy of life. the moment of your greatest joy sustains: not axe nor hammer
and it remains. it remains. and it pains me to say
i was wrong. love is not a symptom of time. time is just a symptom of love
joy of life). hardly seen
deep down where your fight is waiting
down 'till the light in your eyes is fading: joy of life. where i know that you can yield
when it comes down to it;
bow like the field when the wind combs through it: joy of life. and every little gust that chances through
will dance in the dust of me and you
with joy-of-life. and in our perfect secret-keeping: one ear of corn
a sound-a song: a way a lone a last a loved a long. a cave
undarked. no time. no flock. no chime
no clock. no end. white star