I became the girl I'd always yearned for
With the backpack and the strange beautiful boy
Standing tired at the border with brown legs and green eyes

They both wore green stone jewelry and wild, Sun-dyed hair
Just came back from the mountain
Or, heading there

And she gave him a look of silver
And twisted a feather in her hair
He took her hand and looked it over and kissed her thumb

And I thought that I would find you there
Where everything was clear
Everything was clear

She said let's go to the forest we read about in our tiny childhood beds
Let's twist a well-trodden story into a legend

And they both ran out and over the line
With guards all piling after them
They swung their bags into a cart and laughed and laughed and laughed at them

And I thought that I would find you there
Where everything was clear
Everything was clear
And you'd wait for me when I fell back, but the rain got in your hair
The rain got in your hair
Hair

I'm going back to the border
I'll see you, keep you there
I never tried, I was awful
But to stay, I do not dare
I'll smooth them out when I'm older
All the dreams I carried close and dear
For now we go to the border
And all that haunts us, holds us, we will cry when only birds can hear

When leaves did grow and crowd the sky
They slipped the cart and out of sight
They fell into embrace so light
The air was thick with snow and flies
And on her palm an eye did glow
And on her head, a feathered crown
Soft as air and gossamer down
It pulled her to the forests mouth
The fear of your first love
A hush of snow upon pine trees
A feather falling on a fiddler's lip
His last trip
The days and night of our lives
We left it all behind