Half that tree is faded I'm the hunter and the fowl I'd never settle for silence I recoil even now If my thread ran easy It would not take my weight I've been writing more I wade amongst my solitudes I hope to take you I poise upon the lawn My ancient eye watchful I see him glowing smile Rise hungry from a perfect while My greed took from me The pool and the lake I fear what I may miss And thus have never stayed If my thread ran easy It would not take my weight I've been writing more I wade amongst my solitudes I hope to take you