I want to place flowers in your hair
I want to feel your breath in the morning – you can sing me somewhere
Dim light supplements tea and fresh cut flowers
I’d dance in the rain with you for hours and hours
But take all these vernal blessings
And please don’t end.
For the first time I am content.
I almost feel free.
Everything is so beautiful
I gasped on land and became me.^
For the first time I feel at ease
I’m lying in the grass while you blend in with the trees
I almost feel harmony
I gasped on land and became me
For the first I am content
I almost feel free
Still yourself in me! Still your life in me!
From the war within yourself you can wash your sins in me!%
And for the first time I feel at ease
From a daydream in the grass I lost you in the creek
I almost feel harmony
I gasped on land and became me.
I want to place flowers in your hair
I want to feel your breath – in the morning you can sing me somewhere
Dim light supplements tea and fresh cut flowers
I’d dance in the rain with you for hours and hours
Like sympathetic pitches – still together but so alone
We resonate in perfect harmony and I match you like an overtone
We were two feathers falling and landed as light as autumn leaves
And nestled deep into the warmth of ever present hemlock sheaves.
For the first time I am content.
I almost feel free.
Everything is so beautiful
I gasped on land and became me.
I’ll stick with this. I’ll stick with this.
Your sweet refrain always persists.
I’ll stick with this. I’ll stick with this.
I’ve never known something as beautiful as this.
For the first I am content
I almost feel free
Still yourself in me! Still your life in me!
From the war within yourself you can wash your sins in me!
I’ll stick with this. I’ll stick with this.
Your sweet refrain always persists.
I’ll stick with this. I’ll stick with this.
We’re all singing:
Snow white. Oh lady clear. Oh queen beyond the western seas.
Oh light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees.>
Take all these vernal blessings.
Please don’t end.
Take all these vernal blessings.
Please don’t end.
Take all these vernal blessings.
Please don’t end.
Take all these vernal blessings.
Please don’t end.
Before this I was like a rock in quicksand
So please don’t end.
Before this I was a slave to flesh.
So please don’t end.
Before this I was like a rock in quicksand
So please don’t end.
Take all these vernal blessings.
Please don’t end.
* = Refers to Bawa Muhaiyaddeen
^ = From a Bokonon poem in Cat's Cradle
% = From the Baghavad-Gita
> = Excerpt from an Elvish song in The Fellowship of the Ring
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