I'm moved whenever I see you.
Time stops, words fail me.
I don't have the heart to come closer to you
To heal the fear within me.
I went to Sunday mass
And got to church a bit early
I kneeled to get my sins cleansed
To let you come into my clean heart.
Sunday is not the time to go to the field
But as soon as it gets dark, you come to the field
I will hurry across the thorns and the rocks
To kiss the young you for the first time.
To kiss you for the first time...