While all of heaven awakens
Let the future hurry slow
Let you be alternate love
Let you be the stars above
Say how much more
Sweet blooms have masked
Before I go to hollow?
So is it not heaven itself?
My love it has to follow
For what I care
You are my all
My sense or voices mark
Look in your glass
And tell the face
That you know that it wont last
Say how much more
Sweet blooms have masked
Before I go to hollow?
So is it not heaven itself?
My love it has to follow
Of my heart
Of my heart
Of my heart
Wherethrough the sun
Wherethrough the sun
Wherethrough the sun
Be weeps myself at the break of dawn