Black Swans

One Willow tree dips silently,
Down at lake Verne,
I hear that white noise
Making a slow turn.
Its been so long,
But my heart is reaffirming,
And I hear the waters
Scatt'ring, whirling, spinning.

Black Swans are drifting down,
Black Swans,
Black Swans are drifting down,
Drifting down Lake Verne.

I kneel at the edge
Of the leaf shaded water,
And see the future
Like a diviner,
All afternoon I grow wiser,
Closely watching,
A Thousand wind-knocked blossoms,
Rising, fading, falling.

Black Swans are drifting down,
Black Swans,
Black Swans are drifting down,
Drifting down Lake Verne.

They are bringing with them,
The unknown,
They will not tell us
What they think or feel,
And as the evening sun goes down,
And shadows creep in,
They'll reveal life's deepest mysteries.

Black Swans are drifting down,
Black Swans,
Black Swans are drifting down,
Drifting down Lake Verne.

[Spoken]

Through that half painted light,
Like coal dust over our lives,
Smudging our minds,
With promises of things to come,

Black Swans are drifting down,
Black Swans are drifting down
Black Swans are drifting down,
Drifting down Lake Verne.