I must've been four when you touched my arm Skies were red and blazing I heard a moan in the elms above and I knew that day was ending I knew you'd seen your happiest day when the next morn the birds were singing We felt the same cold from the earth It took the moon to hold the tide and set our hearts a-spinning You'd wait for dark to never come again I'll turn my back to the calling sun if you'll rise and meet me I'll walk the road I took from you Oh stay a while in the red skies blazing Touch my arm and feel my burning for the day you left for the elms above to meet those birds a-singin