Go

Creaky wheel I will follow
You're in my dreams
I dream til morn,
Of frigid mountain streams

Waywardly again til hollow
I carve the road
And stop to stare
At each butterfly and toad

Misty o'er the lake's rills mellow
A shallow rift
I try to watch
Each shadow slowly lift

Zephyr makes the dawn its fellow
And shivering
I pull close
To you, my sweater, whispering