Again a Dream

I remember a woman with ginger hair I dragged a heavy staff the ways To meet her nowhere We never loved each other We never tried Dancing in a ring of sunflowers Trading our heartfelt lies Oh Could I stoop so low? We bought a house in Empire A hundred years ago Our children died on steam ships Learning to spin and sew Our hands were cold and bleeding She painted my face We sat together weeping Gazing across the straights Oh Could I stoop so low? Speaking eighteen different languages For all we cared We kissed once before the end when I let her disappear It was a sight to see her go It was a sight but again a dream Oh Could I stoop so low? Each morning I awaken, ash in my eyes No war, no raging heathens Could stop this man's desire Before I am old Before I go deaf Before I lose her painting in wax and sand Oh Could I stoop so low? Oh Could I stoop so low?