Woman Of The World

The woman of the world turns slowly
 Days are drawn—seasons start to change
 She finds that natural boundary
 Her eyes change color—sounds begin to fade
 I slowly turn away...
 from the woman of the world
 The woman of the world holds me
 to colder courses farther out to sea
 where no one really knows me
 and if the anchor's out boarders love and leave
 She's waiting on the beach...
 my woman of the world
 No one hears the way she whispers every changing season
 Through every falling rain I listen without reason...
 without reason...
 'till the woman of the world shows me
 the secret seed she planted in my heart
 Her breath is cool to sway me
 Roots shoot down
 Her eyes begin to shine
 My love runs leaf and vine
 through the woman of the world...