Light-catchers flutter, soaking Sun and it’s rays. / Drinking Light, clean and bright, offered during the days
How many times did I play on the ice? / Robby and me and Marky made three. / How many times did the river entice… / the boys on a typical day?
High priests of spirits, stars and stone, yet truth is no where found. / Shake my foundations to the bone. Oh send Your stable ground.