The sun it was setting The war it was ending With one final blazing beam We stood alone On the path to the water Under a lonely juniper tree Gone are the old birds Their children are finding their wings Ill miss you, my love But I hope that you find what you seek Dont say you love me Before you leave I wouldnt worry, no All of our words have been buried Centuries deep When youre alone And New York is bleeding you senseless Just hold on to this memory Theres no use in painting a smile Thats already blue When these fields have grown old Its the harvest thatll make you feel new Dont say you love me If it aint true
juniper, senseless, harvest, blazing, old