FINGERTIPS lyrics

Her hair the weeping willow At the water's edge And from my windy crag Above the moorland sedge I see the willow fronds caress the ripples I feel her nipples At my fingertips. Her breasts are gentle snowdrifts In an open field The supple fingered winter wind The grass concealed And though the winter wind may be deceiving I feel her breathing At my fingertips. Her legs the spreading branches Of the tree of life The willow wand will bend Before the woodman's knife The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire Her warm desire Is at my fingertips.