From a Window - The Clientele

The sunset touched the house today

The children laughed and called my name

Upon the path so overgrown with briar

And mother says the summer’s come

But I’m too ill to play

And so they ran away and I grew tired

I hear their voices echoing

Though dying light upon the green

As evening falls so vivid and so deep

And mother takes me to the flowers

Behind our garden walls

And I am ready now to sleep

And I dreamt a ship had come

To take me far away from here

And I could see the sea stretch though the dark

But I woke to midnight

And the wind upon the trees

Was calling to the beating of my heart

Though canopies of lonely grey

The fingers of the ivy’s frame

Have touched this silence moving in

And cold upon my fingertips

The window’s beads of rain have mixed

With tears that never quite begin