La Casa Amarilla Lyrics

I am here

I have come

So go creep about the roots

Of pomegranate trees on mountains

Feed me up into their fruits

You are more beautiful

Than anything I could have imagined

And you are

Everything I've tried to imagine

Here I stand

You before me as if it were nothing

As if there'd been no need for my suffering

My heart

Full with the growing

My arms

Sore from the rowing

Two heads

Soft with the knowing

That we are in love

And it's as if every pomegranate

Walnut, lemon or fresh egg

had only ever been

A facsimile clue

A series of arrows

Pointing away from the world

That I lived in mute

Tongue-tied and confused

And I can see my house

Low and yellow

The garden crackling with life

Here I stand as if it were nothing

As if I'd always been your wife

My face

Hot with the glowing

My arms

Sore from the rowing

My heart

Full with the knowing

That I belong here

At the bottom of the well

Feeding upwards into the fruit

Coursing under the mountain

Sinking deep into the roots

Of the grove

My heart

Full with the growing

My arms

Sore from the rowing

Two heads

Soft with the knowing

That we are in love