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Under the shade of the Jarrah tree, I'll ask you to standStill as the water in the Blackwood river that winds its way beneath our feetI'll ask you to hold your breath for a minute and I'll hold mine tooMaybe we could keep so still that time would ceaseAnd I'll ask the question I've always asked and always willFate stretches like fabric, the cloth in which we bind ourselvesMy heart will shout and stumble hearing the answerSkip to the end of the red dirt road that leads to your homeSlip through leaves and the smell of summer to the magpie's carolReeds in the river wade out to the middle of the clear, clear blueAnd I'll ask the question I've always asked and always willFate stretches like fabric, the cloth in which we bind ourselvesAnd I'll ask the question I've always asked and always willFate stretches like fabric, the cloth in which we bind ourselves Aus Songtexte Mania