Bean Time

I heard your voice at midnight
 By the river shore
 I saw your child sleeping
 Behind an open door
 The moon was in the river
 Shining up from the floor
 And the fish swam like moonlight
 Through your child's closing door
 And morning is the long way home
 The fisherman was drowning
 By his broken heel
 His screams were tiny bubbles
 And his tongue made of steel
 When he died his teeth made stones
 For your lonely child to feel
 And his eyes like prayers were quiet
 When you heard his tongues of steel
 And morning is the long way home
 The ghost of ghosts was passing
 And the grasses waved like hair
 I knew I'd die forgotten
 I'm the whisper of your care
 The water would surround me
 And my body would despair
 But my heart would understand
 The door that's closing there
 And morning is the long way home