The Man and the Cloud - Angelo Branduardi

She he loved

When first he saw her:

She was so pale and untouchable

So far away

He could never find

A path to climb to reach her

All serene she gazed at him

As on the wind she lay reclining

He followed her eversighing

As she played hide and seek in her wide blue meadow

It seemed forever

That he had loved her

Always so pale and untouchable

«How cruel you are

Behind your white veil

You hide a heart that’s frozen»

Sorrowful she came to him

And in her own way surrendered…

Rain, gentle rain, her tears

She gave to him

And shedding love shed living…