Touch all of my flowers as each day goes by
Such a sensual feeling is as soft as a lullaby
When my thoughts build up and my time runs out
I'll sit by the fire and make me a tapestry

And I'm painting all of this on my tapestry
The good the bad and the nowhere stuff
Black and green and white are on it
I know no amount of wishful thinking
Will help me change my mind

When the sun goes down and the moon rises high
I'll lay back on my pillow and think only of you