Come near my sweet and be my own I want your love and am your home Your heart does grieve and you have pain I'm here to make it good again
Pour some sweet wine, my love, my moon Like streams, scorns rise and fall, fears strewn Shan't meet, shan't greet, hell's own - bad souls; Shan't say: Good’ bye to Good’ God’s scrolls!
Burnt grass will die yet seed new fields, Mid fall and spring it chills yet heals; Love too, love sings and speaks, dear heart: Excess in life, excess isn't art!
Please see just me, my soul, my love Let's fly, let's ring those stars, my dove Let's go around now: But not home! Around the sun, let's roam and roam!
Don't trouble your self with them strange ones They'll pack their world with dreams and guns Inside of me you're still a dream I turn to you to find my stream
To love, my love, you've born the youth To joy, my joy, you knead the truth You, so fair, so fine, and so rare To mind a time, the flash, the flare!