What words can I speak to let you know,
That daily my attachment for you does grow
There upon the Steepe's of amber gold
Do I endeavor your presence to behold?
Know that yer pain is my sorrow
To hold, now and til the morrow.
To spin my dreams and about you snare
A net of gossamer bands in your hair?
What words can I speak, that you will hear
How much I long to hold you close...near?
Dancing up the mountain and upon the ledge
Dangerously close to fallin from the edge.
Your hand is offered to keep me from harm
And I wish to claps it, and fall to your charm
As I have from long ago. Whence you did sing
To the dancer in her woe..and sunlight bring.
My happiness is owed to no one but me.
Yet to share the bliss with my bailye,
Means only that such joy must be shared
As it can be, only with those that e'er cared...
Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997
