Lady Leilah with the short black hair
And the eyes of fiery passion
Floating in the air
While my heart cries out from yonder: "Where?!"
But then I look beyond the mossy ruins
Of the fallen edifice thats caved.
I see the sun and its doing
Everything to stop the rain
And bring back the dew without causing pain.
And I don't have to tell you you're the sun
Shinning with the rays of life.
They bring back what was undone
And take away all strife.
Around you all the dead flowers bloom
They rise from hell and from their tombs
With a passionate energy that booms
And the garden is back real soon.
And the ruins can't remember now
What it was like to live so cold
Without roses and lively lotus
That gleam and shimmer gold.
The flowers wonder how
They lived without their sun.
For many years they plowed
To hide under the floors
Beneath the growing snow.
I embrace the lilac and sit hazy
With the mustard-colored daisy.
And the single lavender rose
Grows in alps that make us doze.
we can all be lazy
In the garden of the violet
Feeling very crazy
And never being violent.
And in this garden in Eden
Everyone is even.
And naturally in bliss
We shall not hear a hiss
Because the sneaky snake's amiss.
Everyone will find
That Shangri-La exists.
Lady Leilah shines
I ask her for a kiss.
And we will dance and sing
And passions will have wings.
The rays of light will hold the strings
To the heart ready to swing.
The ginger-colored iris springs
I cling to Lady Leilah's chest.
The warmth is there to sting
All the feelings of unrest
That want to bring a pest
And take me from her breast.
I will not go and can't
I belong here in the sun.
In the garden of the violet
Where everyone has won.
The desert turns to grassland
Here in our pretty world.
The Savannah kills the sand
The neworld is unfurled.
And everyday is bliss, forever
And our death never comes.
Our souls are stuck together
So that when everything is gone
They will still fly like feathers
Never being done.
I engrave into our cabin
That lies amid the flowers:
"Lady Leilah:
My love's heart incarnate.
My soul's raw ember
That turns rock into a garnet."
And the sound of music plays
In our jungle its reborn.
It can be heard so far away
That every cry is torn.
Sadness disperses and runs
At the depths of hell its thrown.
To be remembered by none
And now the bird has flown.
There is no night in Eden
Here in the alps of joy.
The grass grows so even
And spacious to enjoy.
Between every little flower
I will plant a grove
And wait for it to shower
The goddess of all love.
Lady Leilah, with a kiss on the cheek
In this garden of our passions
Nothing can be meek.
Flowers of every fashion
Decorate the creek
Behind our little cabin
And not one thing feels weak.
