The sun upon the cloud bank was a sun upon a sea,
above a river burning gold that wandered through the trees,
and the Alps were there from nowhere,
blue-grey and capped with snow,
and the cloud-sea rose to meet them,
island peaks amidst the flow,
they stretch on like that for miles,
cloudy mountains mountain clouds
Til I could not tell the difference
from the granite or the shroud.
above a river burning gold that wandered through the trees,
and the Alps were there from nowhere,
blue-grey and capped with snow,
and the cloud-sea rose to meet them,
island peaks amidst the flow,
they stretch on like that for miles,
cloudy mountains mountain clouds
Til I could not tell the difference
from the granite or the shroud.
We banked hard then,and plummeted,
and the hills gave way to green
Italia, lying verdant as far as I could see...
And perhaps it was a leaving
or perhaps a going home
Like seeds born on a summer wind
to grow somewhere unknown
and the hills gave way to green
Italia, lying verdant as far as I could see...
And perhaps it was a leaving
or perhaps a going home
Like seeds born on a summer wind
to grow somewhere unknown
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