(Fripp/Sinfield)
Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned moistened your mouth with your tongue.

Pouring my wine in your eyes caged mine glowing
Touching your face my fingers strayed knowing.
I called you lady of the dancing water.


Blown autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid me
Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be.

I feel you still always your eyes glowing
Remembered hours salt, earth and flowers flowing
Farewell my lady of the dancing water.