Gentle passions lie flickering in the wind,
Swaying my blooming harvest fields of admiration...

Come in, but be quiet
The rest of the house is asleep...

Its your gentle touch that I long,
And that song that sings when you talk...

My baby girl she's as beautiful as can be,
Those bonny blue eyes, sweet cherubic cheeks...

I was young, very mature but very naive,
Grew up to be foolhardy, go-with-the flow...

Shards of light, there is one thing I beg,
That you leap over that horizon, pierce this...

That mountain on the horizon is too high for me to...
And the river that runs by our feet is too wide...

My baby, we act so confused.
We take everything so serious...

My gift is my baby,
...and I can tell everybody, that this is my...

That's my lady-friend on the floor,
Looking at us now or not...

Most intrepid of wanderers,
Is there a road to purge my sin...

I’ve been told to just let go, but I can’t
I burn white inside when your nearby...