Through the holes in the green grid I saw a young man walk into your arms Shadows on the dust Of the morning sun Shadows on the dust Of the pale sun Hanging out your sheets on the hedges You bend on the fountain clean I can see your lips are moving Your eyes are in a dream Shadows on the pale dust A goose flies over this town And a lone bell rings The sound of metal buckets. And a young voice sings From the town rose a steeple Casts an arm to the sky Past the weather vane and rising As the girl closed her eyes