Lyrics Honeymoon Child - Bill Callahan

You are a true
Honeymoon child
Conceived on an island
On the sun
Heels dug in the white sand
Loved and adored
From day one

Raised in the wild space between two hearts
Where the vines climb trees towards the light
Running naked
Dragging a kite
Or your dress on a string

You bring out the soft side
In everyone
We gather like ravens
On a rusty scythe
Just to watch such a little dove
Just to watch such a little dove
Just to watch such a little dove
Fly away

Mr. Bones from town
Said he saw you the other day
Said you'd changed
But he wouldn't say how
It can always turn
It can always turn
The wind can always turn