Consecrate somehow

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

It seems the middle of autumn, but spring is full here 

I walk among the dead leaves, but flowers hem the hill 

And I can scry through the dark water the time 

So I imbibe every cold drop from the sky 

I need to consecrate somehow my life 

Don’t want to forbid my soul to fly high 

And the only place I can gaze at myself 

It is the wood the most sacred shelter 

I remember when I was a young boy 

When my granny said to smell full of joy 

The smell of the first violets after the rain has blessed the land 

Now I have got inside too much noise 

Continually I dabble in unless toys 

And I see the seers predict only fear if I can’t change that being a wanderer 

Water seems to become lukewarm if I accept 

To let it descend over my body and legs 

So lave my embodiment and I try 

To reach a form that is more purified 

I remember when I was a young boy 

When my granny said to smell full of joy 

The smell of the first violets after the rain has blessed the land 

Now I have got inside too much noise 

Continually I dabble in unless toys 

 And I see the seers predict only fear if I can’t change that being a wanderer