Oldfield

O my love being your songs to my door

And come and rest inside

While the snow is falling coloured through

The windy world outside the crystal window

And the snowy wind is breathing sounds

of icicles---melting in love.

O my love let your teats warm my hand

And shower your gentle kisses

Where the desert sands are running dry

And parched in summer burning heat and hunger

And the warm Indian sun is shedding

Pearl stones---melting in love.

O my love let your hands rest in my hair

As white birds in the forest making love upon the fingers of the trees

And in the wild woodland simmering

And the bodies of the trees are bursting sunflowers

Melting in love---melting in love.

O my love you're searching for your name

Beside the sea of dreams where shadows dance

And for your glance the sky would chance the granting

Of a dream to the restless soul that dwells within your heart

And your eyes are open windows to your mind

Your eyes are open windows to your mind