Rain Glistening On the silver birch Like my lady's tears Your turn Rain Gathering Winding into streams Like the roads to Boston Your turn Haze Hovering Like the whisper of the silk As my lady kneels Your turn MANJIRO Haze Glittering Like an echo of the lamps In the streets of Boston Your turn Moon I love her like the moon Making jewels of the grass Where my lady walks My lady wife Moon I love her like the moon Washing yesterday away As my lady does America Your turn Wind Murmuring Is she murmuring for me Through her field of dreams? Your turn Wind Muttering Is she quarreling with me? Does she want me home? Your turn I am no nightingale But she hears the song I can sing to her My lady wife I am no nightingale But my song of her Could outsing the sea America Dawn Flickering Tracing shadows of the pines On my lady sleeping Your turn Dawn Brightening As she opens up her eyes But it's I who come awake Your turn You go Your turn Leaves I love her like the leaves Changing green to pink to gold And the change is everything Sun I see her like the sun In the center of a pool Sending ripples to the shore Till my journey's end Your turn Rain Haze Moon Wind Nightingale Dawn Leaves Sun End