A picture of Amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light
Of a winter long past
When I was a raiser
To Dublin I'd roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from home
Come back to me
She's a carnival diver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wire
The color of anything
Fades in the air
But she is the film of a book of the story
Of the smell of her hair
Come back to me When every thing's over And every thing's clear When everyone's older And no one is here I try to remember A girl on a wire Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green Like a kite on the air