So we were married on the silk road,
A thousand giants throwing rocks
And just as I pulled back your white veil you were struck
We had your funeral in the ocean
Off the coast of Mozambique
That's where you said you always wanted to live
So I said, "Lay her here so she can always hear the trees calling her name,
And they'll wrap their roots so gently all around her frozen frame"
So I carved you into marble,
Placed you high up in the frieze
So old Herodotus would write entire books about your glory
I gave your necklace to a poor boy
He didn't thank me, he just left
And I heard your ghost playing the organ again
And I said, "Play that song that echoed through the church when you were born"
But then the music stopped and I never heard another sound from you
So I was walking on the silk road,
Heading home for the last time
And you were sitting waiting for me on the side
Beneath a tree
I just kept walking
I didn't see