Down In The Valley Of Hollow Logs

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