Prism Song - Julie Byrne

If you were a carpenter, your hands to the grain

If you’d stayed a stranger and I’d never learned your name

If you were a creature of make believe

If you were the shades of colors my eyes cannot see

I never would have known what you could have meant to me

If you were a mason, your body over stone

If you were a garden with myrtle overgrown

If you were the walls that purposed the room

If you were a prism with the light passing through

I never would have known what you could have meant to me

If you were a child, born new into the day

If you were the dreamcatcher above the bed I make

If you were immortal, with no concern for age

If you were the northern hills that knew not rapid pace

I never would have known what you could have meant to me

Si fueras carpintero, tus manos al grano

Si te hubieras quedado como un extraño y nunca hubiera aprendido tu nombre

Si fueras una criatura de fantasía

Si fueras las sombras de los colores que mis ojos no pueden ver

Nunca hubiera sabido lo que podrías haber significado para mí

Si fueras albañil, tu cuerpo sobre piedra

Si fueras un jardín cubierto de arrayanes

Si fueras las paredes que le dieron propósito a la habitación

Si fueras un prisma con la luz atravesando

Nunca hubiera sabido lo que podrías haber significado para mí

Si fueras un niño, nacido nuevo en el día

Si fueras el atrapasueños sobre la cama que hago

Si fueras inmortal, sin preocuparte por la edad

Si fueras las colinas del norte que no conocen el ritmo rápido

Nunca hubiera sabido lo que podrías haber significado para mí