I'm not moving, or so it would seem
I'm like a rock at the bottom of a fast moving stream
It was a long winter, the earth is heavy and wet
The air is still, the flowers ain't bloomed yet
And still the sun rises and falls
Over valleys and stone walls
And voices ring in motel halls
It seems so long now since that fading light
When we lay folded together so tight
And from the outside came the baying of foals
While from the hearth warm glowing coals
And as the stream from a high peak falls
As the snowdrift slowly thaws
Our voices ring in motel halls
So if this river be my grave
If I have loved you too long for my heart to be saved
If you remember, throw in a pebble for me
When you're walking the banks, if you're likely to be
And tell her she is the luckiest of souls
To have you by her, between her walls
And that she never heard those voices in the motel halls
I'm like a rock at the bottom of a fast moving stream
It was a long winter, the earth is heavy and wet
The air is still, the flowers ain't bloomed yet
And still the sun rises and falls
Over valleys and stone walls
And voices ring in motel halls
It seems so long now since that fading light
When we lay folded together so tight
And from the outside came the baying of foals
While from the hearth warm glowing coals
And as the stream from a high peak falls
As the snowdrift slowly thaws
Our voices ring in motel halls
So if this river be my grave
If I have loved you too long for my heart to be saved
If you remember, throw in a pebble for me
When you're walking the banks, if you're likely to be
And tell her she is the luckiest of souls
To have you by her, between her walls
And that she never heard those voices in the motel halls