Antoine
So still the green and golden plain in icy sprin
They young French convent girls in white singin
He took the sacrament young Antoine not without a blus
He left the priest the good book the bread and cu
And took with him the voices hanging in the silver spac
Not till he'd reached the vineyard rim did he look dow
On the gentle valley breathing in the su
Seeing the eastern slope where she lived he spoke her nam
In love beyond his years he saw the mist come dow
And knew there would be many mists he'd look throug
For this mountain sta
Ah if you'd seen me there hiding in the orchar
Rejoicing in my warm salt tear
Holding to my heart the beauty of a sad son
Needing, needing you