Where we threw the stone, the stream ran warm, inside the sun
Along the bank, we walked, so clear that day
Worn by time, dust and weeds
Light and dark fell through the leavesWhere we sometimes laughed, so full of light and morning mist
We walked beneath the trees, so clear that day
Stark in winter, shadows, black, still in my mind, no turning back
We sometimes laughed, the day we threw the stoneForever changing, light and dark horizons
Always turning, moving on
Forever changing, near and far horizons
And changes take the day, forever goneWhere we sometimes were, our words still swirl all around
Whispers come and go, so clear that day
Some tomorrow, other words blend with ours, their voices heard
(And sometimes we heard our words that swirled and danced around)