Lyrics

Falling in the Rhine
With a pocket full of seeds
One hand to fold
And one hand to lead

The river held the barge
Like a diamond holds a ring
The drowning apostle
Started to sing

There was no need for thoughtful reply
If I were the one
Lungs filled with air
I'd trap the last day's dawn in your stare

Underneath the wave
The seeds began to bloom
Flowers grew yellow
On the weaver's broom

Was it wind the shook the barge
The pedals and the seeds
Or the hand that I clung to
And followed to sea

There was no need for thoughtful reply
If I were the one
Lungs filled with air
I'd trap the last day's dawn in your stare