David Berkeley Follow

I want to take you to the stream
and go where it wanders.
Waters whisper out my name.
Skip your sorrows like a stone
over my shoulder.
Lay your fear upon my side.

But you claim the breeze.
You sweep along my side,
lift my water high and wide.
Yeah, you claim the breeze.
You move father than I flow,
where you're heading, I don't know.

So I switch and claim the flower,
wherever it grows.
I give you daisies every day.
I want those flowers to bear my name
whenever they're given,
peek through petals in the rain.

But you claim the breeze,
scatter petals all around,
lift my roots up from the ground.
Yeah, you claim the breeze.
As you go blowing by,
daisies fill the sky.

Now the breeze is blowing backwards
and I don't know why.
No, I don't know why.
No, I don't know.

The melody I claim as well,
whenever it's playing.
I play you every line I love.
I sing the songs I write for you,
whenever I write them,
so they will echo through and through.

But you claim the breeze,
throw my song through the sky
and whistle passing by.
Yeah, you claim the breeze.
And a windblown melody is all that's left of me.
A windblown melody is all that's left of me.
Is all that's left of me.