Passing Afternoon

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know

A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

I've owned the CD (Iron and Wine, Endless Numbered Days) with this song on it for some time but I've just recently discovered this song. Don't you love it when, you listen to the same songs for a really long time and then suddenly, for whatever reason, one just jumps out and gets you? That's what happened with this one. It just jumped out and got me. I love the lyrics, how it feels like a whole life is being drawn out in the song and when you listen to it (if you choose to find it online and listen), you'll feel the same way...like you are just being drawn into this beautiful song.

And, it's a new peaceful, camling song for Elliott (s0metimes), so that might have something to do with it, too. This song beats the Dixie Chicks, "Over the Rainbow" any day.