Sweet William

I saw you kiss sweet William
      In a forest of red leaves
      The rain ran cold against my neck
      The wind lay down to sleep

      I walked all night in stillness
      And I walked all day as well
      I walked across the desert plains
      And through the jagged hills

      I slept inside the north wind
      In a coracle at sea
      And in the deepest darkest woods
      My dreams sang songs to me

      I dreamed I killed sweet William
      And I kissed his cold white brow
      I washed his body in the lake
      And I sewed his eyelids down

      Sing a song of sixpence
      Battles in the past tense
      Picked out by the snow

      If I should find sweet William
      Lying pale beneath the snow
      I'll row out to the deepest depths
      And let sweet William go

      I'll watch him sink beneath the flood
      And back to where he came
      And pray to God and death and blood
      I might forget his name