See the oriental lady Sitting on the buss mall She has brown hair Cold at dusk The leaves move softly Rustle on the ground Face the mirror now Face your fear She wears a scarf Made of cashmere As the dawn is rising Turn your ear Sound made by a train stop Newspapers rustle Fluid reading made white Application for job employment A place youÕve never seen Building silhouette over sunset green Bridges to the trees of old Walk through fieldÕs grass of high Plunder gold in cities wake Old lady tell me stories Stories of places gone Over the hill of time come and gone Where the white doves mate and stow A place where yellow is new green And birth happens on the walk On the move to love and math Where trouble boils and comes up fast A place of dawning time is fast A red colored hue of simple saturation Fill your brain with false information
