Bright-eyed and bold With dreams that unfold Artless, naïve and hopeful A certain unease, that shifts with the breeze Afflicts you You think that bliss Doesn’t come with just a kiss But to other lands you fly In your mind, unsatisfied Such discontentment inside Wishing….
Wishing for walks, for long midnight talks The hearth of a snowbound cabin Mysterious scenes from a cinema screen Fill your mind If I could make all your dreams come true And take you to Heaven – I would You’d still be wishing for more Always unsettled, unsure Wishing… wishing…
Wishing for grace, a moonlit embrace Tears bathing hands at parting A silk-curtained room, and the finest perfumes Are your due When you survey your reality It makes you turn away, away You grow detached day by day Wishing for what - you can’t say
These are lyrics to a song I composed and recorded last year. Obviously completely inspired by the novel.
It's available to listen or download at: http://geoffmather.co.uk/track/madame-bovary