Return, spirits
bathe me in satin and silk
still wings of their mirth
drown me in sleep
encircle me in living fur
and I will dance morning into your eyes
I will give you the pricking stars
Return, spirits
bathe me in satin and silk
still wings of their mirth
drown me in sleep
encircle me in living fur
and I will dance morning into your eyes
I will give you the pricking stars