Come with me, child
through the blossoming rosemary
through the reedbeds and the singing stream
come to the fields, child
under the sunlight.
to weave kiss crowns for love
to sing with the water
to sing with the water and with the sparrow
Come with me child
through the blossoming rosemary
onto the blossom of the rosemary
onto the blossom of the rosemary
the green rosemary
your little eyes, child, are what I get lost in
onto the blossom of the green rosemary
onto the moon I climb just to see you
onto the blossom of the green rosemary
just to see you
and to look at your little mouth made of hot honey
and to look at your little mouth made of hot honey
Come with me, child
through the blossoming rosemary
through the reedbeds and the singing stream
come to the fields, child
under the sunlight.
to weave kiss crowns for love
to sing with the water
to sing with the water and with the sparrow
Come with me child
through the blossoming rosemary