Closer To The Sun (Witmer Denison)

Downtown in the fall, across the sidewalks The leaves will all make fossils, left behind Balancing your life this way against mine I know you're in me somewhere I have the marks to prove of this Closer to the sun, out in the open farms To the reason for this growing, I will come And you will be near and I am not old When we are close together we are young If I had no arms to fold into If I had no joys to breathe back to you Surely this could slow the life of mine Surely this could stop the love of mine Far from everyone, down where the river runs To the reason for this valley, I will come And wash myself there of all of my cares Through mystery and water there is love There is love If I had no arms to fold into If I had no joys to breathe back to you Surely this could slow the life of mine Surely this could stop the love of mine