[00:10.624]How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
[00:16.875]Like the moonlight lace tops of the evening pines
[00:22.624]Like a song half heard through a closed door
[00:28.125]Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
[00:35.872]How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
[00:43.315]Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
[00:49.819]Like an antique etching glass design
[00:53.069]That somehow turned out wrong
[00:57.069]I keep looking through old varnish
[01:01.569]At my late lover's body
[01:06.069]Caught on ancient canvas
[01:10.066]And decaying disappearing
[01:18.567]Even as I sing this song
[01:48.070]How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
[01:54.822]You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
[02:01.819]It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
[02:07.570]I keep looking through old varnish
[02:11.821]At my late lover's body
[02:16.570]Caught on ancient canvas
[02:20.317]And decaying disappearing
[02:29.067]Even as I sing this song
[02:34.570]Even as I sing this song
[02:40.321]Even as I sing this song