Prism Song-Julie Byrne

[00:13]If you were a carpenter, your hands to the grain [00:19.49]If you’d stayed a stranger and I’d never learned your name [00:26.49]If you were a creature of make believe [00:34]If you were the shades of colors my eyes cannot see [00:54]I never would have known [01:01]what you could have meant to me [01:13]If you were a mason, your body over stone [01:20]If you were a garden with myrtle overgrown [01:27]If you were the walls that purposed the room [01:34]If you were a prism with the light passing through [01:5.44]I never would have known [02:01]what you could have meant to me [02:13.55]If you were a child, born new into the day [02:19.49]If you were the dreamcatcher above the bed I make [02:27]If you were immortal, with no concern for age [02:33]If you were the northern hills that knew not rapid pace [02:54]I never would have known [03:01] what you could have meant to me