What kind of sound, I think I can hear | |
A lily-white lily calling | |
She seems to yearn to darken skin and hair | |
I really know, without her force | |
You would be falling | |
You wouldn't need to breathe | |
My sinner air | |
Now listen | |
This day'll be grey, so take my advice | |
And wait for the dawning | |
Wait for the rise of light tomorrow morning | |
Look for the highest place in space | |
To rest and stay | |
You've got to chase the early rising sun | |
Next day |