Ripples
Ellen Jorun lagde denne fantastiske låten ut av en tekst jeg en gang skrev:
In a lake a flat stone skips,
each jump making rings in water.
The rings they grow and fade away
in the end all stones must sink.
You look at me with wanting eyes,
there is no more within grasp.
Pebbles are to light to fly,
and I'm tired of this game.
I ask 'bout going for a swim,
you say you haven't got a swimsuit.
I say I haven't got one either,
you say you want to go home.
I look into the murky water,
too dark to see, but I know.
On the bottom lies a pile of mountain,
that dreamt of being a flock of birds
I'd cast a spell to make is happen,
but all my magic is spent up.
There's nothing left but honesty,
we both know stones can't fly.
I tell you to go on ahead,
I'll be coming right behind.
And when you have gone away,
I pick up one more stone.