Golden threads of silk flow through my fingers Istanbul lay smouldering in the night Black waters murmured I felt so still Turquoise evening merged through ice blue morning Centuries of stone stared into silence I felt the wind I heard girls sing They sang that no man lives for ever Their voices echoed round the walls Golden threads still blow across my forehead Turkish darkness burns before my eyes And heavy sleep I'd never known They sang that no man lives for ever Their voices echoed round the walls I will hold your hand across cold tombstones Mosques may hold a vision outside time We'll stroll through years Through the shadows of frigid stone