| And we cooled our passions, in fiery delight, my soul had learned to sing, had taken off in flight, You left me my beloved, as one nearly dead, all devoid of life, where angels fear to tread, Come back to me my love, refresh my heart anew, Sparkle in the sun, like drops of fresh fallen dew, Put out the fire within, my parched and weary soul, With torrents of your passion, come and make me whole. |