So still the green and golden plain in icy spring

They young French convent girls in white singing

He took the sacrament young Antoine not without a blush

He left the priest the good book the bread and cup

And took with him the voices hanging in the silver space

Not till he'd reached the vineyard rim did he look down

On the gentle valley breathing in the sun

Seeing the eastern slope where she lived he spoke her name

In love beyond his years he saw the mist come down

And knew there would be many mists he'd look through

For this mountain star

Ah if you'd seen me there hiding in the orchard

Rejoicing in my warm salt tears

Holding to my heart the beauty of a sad song

Needing, needing you.