I will close down, so soft, so slow
Walk again
Where the cherry blossoms grow
I say these words
On a wind worn night
With peace, not fear nor fright
The time may be long
Beneath the light of your moon
Let that I may be strong
In the swathes of poppies
Through the fields of corn
Sworn to beholden, feet worn
Howling gale, beating rain
Sounds so loud
They drown the retreating pain
