We brought the living, brought our ghost
Crossed a bridge; took that road
We walked on white sands by the sea
Found your boat bound for the Hebrides
We watched the light turn slow upon the ridge
Until the mooring lines were caught and we were stilled

You’re wild Angelica
(that’s what they say)
We saw you dancing
We saw you sway
Wild, wild Angelica
(that’s what they say)
We felt your healing
When we were grieving

The anchor chain tears at the keel
Line’s end escapes a spinning reel
When cords slip loose; a knot must end
And rope unwound will break just like a thread

You’re wild Angelica…

When summer comes, Angelica
We’ll build a house
We’ll build a house that holds
In winter storms, Angelica
We’ll bide our time
We’ll hide ‘til time grows old