Prelude
A new mystery is dying and with it spring. The last band of
Coastal brigands is crawling down the mountain to visit us
But it will never find the road back. Good. Good. Let them
Rot in the stifling air of their flower spun graves.
Look to another mountain far from the International Date Line.
Find the deserts mystic dawn, the cave where eyes are noting,
The glacier where the living die – and there is the beauty they
Could never find. Look into the grave. Look into the truth that
Is still. Look into the land of the prophet. Look past the living
Streets of Boston. Look finally, into the eyes, of the Beacon
Street Union.
My Love Is
My love.
My love is violet blossoms tender to
The touch you will surrender to me.
Within the realm of hearts embracing
Don’t you realize you’re facing ecstasy?
Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah,
My love is sparkling water flowing all around
You soon are going to be drowned.
In nightly shadows we’ll go stealing
Signs of loving now revealing themselves.
Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah.
Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah.
My love is sparkling water flowing all around
You soon are going to be drowned.
In nightly shadows we’ll go stealing
Signs of loving now revealing them selves.
Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah.
Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah.
