Earth between my toes and a flower in my hair
that's what I was wearing when we lay among the ferns.
Earth between my toes and a flower I will wear when he returns.
Wind upon his face and my fingers in his hair
that's what he was wearing when we lay beneath the sky.
Wind upon his face and my love he will wear when swallows fly.
Tears of sorrow running deep
running silent in my sleep
running silent in my sleep.
pjoe@charon.muc.de
that's what I was wearing when we lay among the ferns.
Earth between my toes and a flower I will wear when he returns.
Wind upon his face and my fingers in his hair
that's what he was wearing when we lay beneath the sky.
Wind upon his face and my love he will wear when swallows fly.
Tears of sorrow running deep
running silent in my sleep
running silent in my sleep.
pjoe@charon.muc.de