Rogue Valley - The Bookseller's House lyrics

A spectral form came down from the north Through wandering sailors The shipyards the bridges And into the city square She asked for the bookseller's house Holding a guitar A myrtle and rose-wreath Set in her flowering hair The summer moon lifted its veil Shown on the pavement The backyards and bushes The ripening apples White as wool the river at her back She slipped through the fence Of the bookseller's house At the foot of the mountain A golden arrow Leading her bow The wolves stand beside her The feathers, she lets go An apple Placed on top of the head Is split In two The sky may be falling The ground may be sinking The pages are filling The story keeps spinning