Honeymoon Child (Callahan Bill)

You are a true honeymoon child Conceived on an island on the sun Heels dug in the white sand Loved and adored from day one Raised in the wild space between two hearts Where vines climb trees toward the light Running naked, dragging a kite Or your dress on a string You bring out the soft side in everyone We gather like ravens on a rusty scythe Just to watch such a little dove Just to watch such a little dove fly away Mr. Bones from town Said he saw you the other day Said you'd changed but he wouldn't say how It can always turn, it can always turn The wind can always turn