It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambsAnd I am breathless over youAnd the red-breasted robin beats his wingsHis throat it trembles when he singsFor he is helpless before youThe happy hooded bluebells bowAnd bend their heads all a-downHeavied by the early morning dewAt the whispering stream, at the bubbling brookThe fishes leap up to take a lookFor they are breathless over you
Still your handsAnd still your heartFor still your face comes shining throughAnd all the morning glows anewStill your mindStill your soulFor still, the fire of love is trueAnd I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the treesAnd it bangs about the new-made leavesFor it is breathless without youThe fox chases the rabbit aroundThe rabbit hides beneath the groundFor he is defenceless without youThe sky of daytime dies awayAnd all the earthly things they stop to playFor we are all breathless without youI listen to my juddering bonesAnd the blood in my veins, the wind in my lungsAnd I am breathless without you
Still your handsAnd still your heartFor still your face comes shining throughAnd all the morning glows anewStill your soulStill your mindStill, the fire of love is trueAnd I am breathless without you
Nick Cave
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