Down In The Valley Of Hollow Logs

down in the valley of hollow logs
 two lovers lay in the weeds
 safe in the net of their sweaty arms
 safe from the wind in the trees
 my love, said the boy, you're the clear blue sky
 you're the air I gulp to breathe
 I feel you rushing through my vein
 like the wind rushing through the trees
 my love, said the girl, you're my secret pearl
 you're a string of tiny glass beads
 you're a burning star I keep in a jar
 safe from the wind in the trees
 down in the valley of hollow logs
 two lovers lay back in the weeds
 listening to the howl of hunting dogs
 and the wind howling through the trees
 then insects ran for the underbrush
 as the wind fills the air with dead leaves
 and every stone moved closer to dust
 as the wind tore through the trees
 so the young girl pierced her lily-white breast
 her blood poured over dark weeds
 a silver dagger through her burning heart
 cold as the wind in the trees
 so the boy picked up the bloody knife
 and stove it through the chest
 farewell, farewell to the wind and the trees
 I'll die with the one I love best