Let me drink of Your waters
That flow from Your spring,
And ride Your mare's back
To take me and bring,
All the tree's secrets
That are whispering low,
To the winds in Your hair
That speak as they blow.
Let me fly with blue wings
To Your moon dripping blood,
And swim Your dark seas
To Your bliss bearing flood
Of all the Earth's passions
That are whispering low,
To the winds in Your hair
That speak as they blow.
Let me play in Your darkness
That fills Your deep caves,
And dance in the fires
That are lit at the raves -
Of all the Earth's children
That are whispering low
To the winds in Your hair
That speak as they blow.
