THE SMALLEST CLOUD IS MINE

hallow well, way, way up there where

the smallest cloud of rain

the smallest cloud of mine

the smallest cloud is mine

drifting pass there is a-place

and an angel's wings floats and glows white

and the yellow rose puts all for right feelings again

marvellous shadows methinks

with my head full of red roses on the cards

upon sunlight to excel forwards

and not anything else

i saw her face, i saw her face

every minute, every minute torn

way, way down here where i'm beginning

as the raindrops round roll

as the petals bright and blending in colourful

how can it mend anything

how can it mean anything

and i say we will and may and wish

unto the green leaves and grass hanging back

and morning today will sway bent

as i walk between the fine misty rain went

as i falls between the lines

as the smallest cloud of mine

the smallest cloud is mine

what does this contain dots 

to compose although the moon connects us

in the other hand sown

and blooms to be kind

and to the distance a-light will give out once

lefted holding a-yellow rose

awhile seized by thunder sound

alikewise in the warmth i have for you

in the true higher place

and i say we will and may and wish

there's places other than this here and now

showers and i can do that at my many turns

around but only afterwards we stares out

as two looking together

and waits for later on down the ways

threads beats light two grips tight

to fill it up with everything 

from stones that straight backyard towards vines

in yours stars shines in mine moving me forwards

helps to see clearly again when i couldn't then

and now i know looking and feeling

oh, well worth walking all the way been

forlorn straps of paper thrown contains me self

the frontyard onwards deep our own voices

and i go across all beautiful feather rests

blue sky was breezes

and some wears on off over the cap lost

hollow well, way, way up there where

the smallest cloud of rain

the smallest cloud of mine

the smallest cloud is mine

drifting pass there is a-place gone

and an angel's wings floats and glows white

and the yellow rose puts all for right feelings again

hallow well, a-way, a-way down here

where i am, i am alikewise this wind it is

the freedom from space

sunlight to excel forwards

and not anything else

i saw her face, i saw her face

every minute, every minute torn

in my heart, oh, we use to be crazy in the dark