|Time has told me you're a rare rare find.|
A troubled cure, for a troubled mind.
And time has told me, not to ask for more.
Someday our ocean will find its shore.
Going to see the river man.
Going to tell him all I can
about the plan, for lilac time.
If he tells me all he knows
about the way his river flows
and all night shows, in summertime.
A soul with no footprint, a rose with no thorn.
I still think about you River.
|Alison Clarke - London,
August 27, 1999