Testo di Saraband For Dead Lovers

I dreamed a race, a Theban harvest, golden face broken down mother most scorned please take these flowers Touch my face and tell me who I am Fall asleep you timeless beings Stand me straight, but don't blow me down I learnt in the woods that all speech is related Touch my face and I'll tell you who I am When I sleep I wonder Holy child stones come alive, I can see all that you see The Saints that weep are the ones that I keep Save us from the rain Make believe all you believe, sweet and soul it's hard to explain Gravy for the brain When I sleep, I wonder