Tell the remeady and I will be free
Why sleep has turned off my eyes
Your golden lips may be responsible
The fair colour of the lips immortalise it
When you smile, they are cheerful
When you speak, they tell other words
Might be the finest pair of the world
So soft, so tender, so delicate to pick
But as soon as I keep mine there
Your lips began to enchant other music
So sweet to taste, so lovely to see
So beautiful to imagine so wild to be yours