With silken eyes you fight the wind
And turn your back and seize my brain
Where our golden pleasures sing
Lost in clouds we watch us play
Awake awake we slowly go
Among the tents in sweet delight
And when we're there we rightly know
And turn the days in beams of light
When you were dancing in the trees
Glanced at me like summeres pride
A fine array, the winding sheet
Your sorrow ghost will strike the night
How sweet we roamed in wintry cold
Peach-like skin, your crystal smile
Beneath your wings we safely go
In times of youth and distant skies
Awake awake we slowly go
Among the tents in sweet delight
And when we're there we rightly know
And turn the days in beams of light