Stream - Meg Baird

poured my feet into this stream
and i feel poison
i want to take it up and hold it, hold it all
so that no one would ever feel poison again
if dreams can blow away
if we can lose our dearest days
will i ever know why you should want to hold...
poured my feet into this stream
and i feel goodness, gladness all around
and i want it to go
cuz out of this ground something good must come
if a beast can trample lovers down
must i pick up every broken bough
if each season looks to its last
drifts beneath these lazy laughs
oh but i still love
all the things that i've ever loved