Kristin McClement ~ Drink Waltz
'' There on the hills you’ll hear A sound that is never fair On any ear A voice without clarity A song without a melody Is in the air
It whips the slopes according to A map that forms the whole year through It knows not me and knows not you We go not where the ground is steep
Drink, drink, won’t you drink with me In the house we filled so lovingly Waltz, waltz, waltz, won’t you waltz with me In the clothes that hold us so tenderly
I stitched a curtain to hide the swell Of clouds with anchors dropping out And dropping down You stood etched against The cloth, the stitch, my needle my thread Is loosening
And the map turns back on itself Draws a line that ties us both And arm in arm I see us go Oh my, oh I Am overwhelmed, I am overwhelmed By the imagery, by the imagery
Drink, drink, won’t you drink with me In the house we filled so lovingly Waltz, waltz, waltz, won’t you waltz with me In the clothes that hold us so tenderly ''
