Heron Blue (Drum Version) 2007

Don't cry, my love, don't cry no more
 A crashing sky, a roaring screen
 A city drowning, God's black tears
 I cannot bear to see
 She lay under the midnight moon
 Her restless body stirring
 Until the magic morning hour
 Like poison it succumbs her
 Her baby skin, her old black dress
 Her hair it twists 'round her necklace
 Constricts and chokes like ruthless vines
 'Til sleep, she overtakes her
 Her room is painted heron blue
 Lit by candlelight and chandelier
 And from her headboard, perched so high
 A million dreams have passed her
 Don't cry, my love, don't cry no more
 It overwhelms my breaking heart
 A minor swell of violins
 I cannot bear to hear them
 A mother shepherds her young birds
 She fills their mouths and warms their souls
 'Til they are strong and good to fly
 Away from her, alone she'll die
 Cradle on quiet old oak limbs
 As heaven blue her light fails
 A breath of soot into her lungs
 A life, a journey's end in one
 Don't sing that old sad hymn no more
 It resonates inside my soul
 It haunts me in my waking dream
 I cannot bear to hear it
 Don't play those violins no more
 Their melancholic overtones
 They echo off the floor and walls
 I cannot bear to hear them