That glides around the river bend
Enchants us, and is gone
Or if I did Then I could only do it once
For repetition in a love song
Will only make it seem too long
For heaven is a metaphor
The lovers of the world reach for
And truly, you may find the occasional angel
But mostly when we get up there
Far above the city air
All we have for company
Is crows, ravens and rooks
I may hesitate to say that you’re the one
When others came before you
And more may follow on
Or if I do Then it’s a lie I won’t repeat
Exaggeration in a love song
Will only make the truth seem weak
For heaven is a metaphor
The lovers of the world reach for
And truly, you may find the occasional angel
For mostly when we get up there
Far above the city air
All we have for company Is crows, ravens and rooks
[Sung and co-written by Kathryn Williams, this is, nevertheless, a somewhat middle-aged reflection on the virtues of serial monogamy. Features on David Rotheray's 'Life of Birds' album]
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