Ode To The Berg Wind - Beatenberg

If I was a wave to pant

Underneath your power

If I was a leaf to fly

Up out from the bower

If I was a cloud to burst

In a sudden shower

I would never bow before

This weight of hours

Tell me are the rumours true?

Are you growing weak?

Maybe it’s the climate

Or some harsh critique

But I used to hear you singing

Now all you do is speak

In whispers to the withered ferns

On Devil’s Peak

A cargo ship moves across the bay

The Mediterranean is ages away

My dry lips don’t know what to say

Quivering in the wave’s intenser day

My tears sudden and uncouth

A grit in my eye is a grain of truth

Wind ruffling my plume of youth

So tatterdemalion

Waves crashing on the side of the wall

Nothing makes sense in the city at all

You’d like to see it crumble and fall

Go ahead and sigh now

This garden, more yellow than green

Drinking tea, eating florentines

Oh, tell me where on earth have you been?

The fountain is dry now

The fountain is dry now

The fountain is dry now