As days that have no end go on
I call to them who live in song.
When I feel your warm, soft hand
The room we live now holy land.
Be the moon, glow firm and true,
I do not fear you will find a new.
Your eyes as rich, full to the sky
Your mind, so pure to make me cry.
Our love, a toy we wind and wind
My body, high on love I find.