I'll be your sheherazade Tell it new each night I'll be your sheherazade Keep my life each night Like the air Like the sea Like the earth More than life
Let the rain come down on me I will turn it into pearls And wind them on your arms Like the air Like the sea Like the earth More than life
In the silence of the night I will feel you call my name And shriven by the flame You will rise again Like the air Like the sea Like the earth More than life
sleep now, your blood moving in the quiet wind no longer afraid for the others hurrying through the tall grass or the faces laughing on the beach, sleep now you do not hear the dry wind pray or the children play a game called soldiers
sleep now, alone in the sleeves of grief listening to clothes falling and your flesh touching god to the chatter and backslapping of christ meeting the heroes of war sleep now, you do not hear the dry wind pray or the children play a game called soldiers
sleep now, your words have passed the lights shining from the east and the sound of flak raping graves and emptying the seasons sleep now, sleep now you do not hear the dry wind pray or the children play a game called soldiers
Tomorrow night I will go down to the island And look for footprints of yours in the foam I can wait til the sea gives up her lovers 'til I find you asleep on a stone
I'll wait Where are you? I'll wait I'll find you
Now the summer is over Light is dying Earth is giving up life with a sigh Then the grass was so green where we were lying Cracking underfoot now, tinder dry
Desire brings on madness And that madness is directed at you The touch of you unwinds me And entwines me in a vision of you I'm drowning in sweet desire
The scent of you attracts me And entraps me an invisible snare The thought of your lips on my skin Bringing you back again Loving you, the feeling Loving you, I'm reeling
The darkness doesn't calm me It alarms me In the night with no sleep The daylight brings no healing Just the feeling That you've cut in too deep I'm drowning in sweet desire
Alone now you are with me I could give you Everything that you need Mine is the bread that you break Mine is the wine that you taste Loving you, the feeling Loving you, I'm reeling
Loving you, I never knew Loving you would leave me blue...
Where lagan streams sing lullabies Through clouds of lilies fair The half-light gleam is in his eyes The night is on his hair Like a love-sick lenashee He has my heart to call No life have I No liberty For his love is lord of all
And often when the late birdsong Has lulled all the world to sleep I will steal into my lover's arms Our secrets there to keep And on the cricket's singing stone He'll make a drywood fire And tell me then, sweet undertones The song of my heart's desire
The whole world holds its breath at the place where your fingertips touch my hair and my heart turns over the first time i dare hold your eyes with mine: forget the few, be one, just once tonight.
you speak with no words a depth of intensity I've never heard and because i know that it can't last i cherish this time with you forget the few, be one, just once tonight.
tonight I shall sleep with the ghost of Picasso and I'll draw the arms of the city close around us 'that one he died' I'll tell him, and he'll say 'so did I it's no big thing' and he'll paint a blue halo round my head and then he'll slip cool and calm beside me in my bed and he'll say, come on, come on
tonight I shall sleep with the knowledge and freedom that the one who comes will be wanting only me and when he does, that river, will flow across the moon a silent stream and he'll tell me that he loves me just the same and that he's dreamt about me dancing in the falling rain and he'll say, he'll say come on, come on
I have waited long for you to come back home to hear you call my name again in my heart's deep soul you've not changed at all and the years have passed you by your sweet lips that lingered on my skin i can feel their heat again and your eyes that thrilled with passion's fire they watch my every whim
some say my love, sweet love was lost while crossing the raging main or perhaps he has gone with some other girl I might never see his face again but if my irish love is lost he's the one I do adore and for seven long years i'll wait for him on the banks of the moorlough shore
he said farewell to castles grand farewell to the foggy hills where the linen waves like bleaching silk and the falling stream runs still near there we spent our joyful days but alas they are all gone for cruelty has banished him far away from the moorlough shore
