She Won't Meet Me There

Whose lips are cracked from the sun on the cape
Whose hair is held by cameras in her room
Whose skin is pale by lightnings of the gods
And she won’t meet me there
She won’t meet me there
Whose eyes are? of green and ocean blue
Whose smile does help of joy and health and love
Whose hands have held the dying and the poor
And she won’t meet me there
She won’t meet me there
I had one to find you soundly
Oh, I had one to find you soundly then
Whose words are soft as Autumn wind is soft
Whose land is harsh as naked peaks are harsh
Whose home is far as distant worlds are far
And she won’t meet me there
She won’t meet me there