Wild Strawberries Sisyphus
I've seen your fame chase the wind like a tongue on fire Self-portrait of a weather vane in windy November turning My love moves me without moving Thoughts escape and words elude me As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name Waiting for the day The day when my love becomes my love Waiting for the day the day when my love becomes my love Grains of sand down the throat of a chapel choir Stains on Claude Monet á la gare St. Lazarre My love moves me without moving Thoughts escape and words elude me As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name Roll the stone just a little higher Give the bird just a little more grain For the hill by the spire My love moves me without moving Thoughts escape and words elude me As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name
