Paroles de Arianne

It's getting light, it's getting late And I've looked everywhere and called her name Her dad the doctor's down The sheriff's standing 'round Arianne We sat by the river's edge I slipped in and she slipped off her dress She stepped cautiously Into that shining stream Arianne There's a place that I can go Where her memory still flows It cuts a deeper path With every season past Arianne I can see her as she sleeps A face as still as that river is deep Leaves are turning 'round White arms, hair of brown Arianne There's a place that I can go Where her memory still flows It cuts a deeper path With every season past Arianne