When I see the things I dream
I will know how things can be
And I know that you and me will love again
You're beautiful and soft as a tiny colored moth
Like a dream on velvet wings, fluttering by.
In the last sweep of love we'll flutter down
In deep unclouded sleep.
Let the spider weave his web under waterfalls at dawn
Till we pass this way again
Deep black requiem
We can climb the hill and see
Past the sprinting chestnut tree
In the bowl of winking lights
Lighting our way
In the last sweep of love we'll flutter down
In deep unclouded sleep.