Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly, turned moistened your mouth with your tongue
Pouring my wine in your eyes caged mine glowing
Touching your face, my fingers strayed knowing
I called you lady of the dancing water

Blown autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid me
Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be
I feel you still, always your eyes glowing
Remembered hours salt, earth and flowers flowing

Composição: Peter Sinfield / Robert Fripp