The clouds large fall upon the land,

Your lips drink up fom my cupped hand;

The bended trees, your eyes a-shine—

I love the wild when you are mine.

The wind blows fierce, we find a cave,

Here sit and hear the strong storm rave.

There is no light, but we bear shine

From kisses that burn yours in mine.

The clouds now part, the sun lays clear

His fingertip upon your ear.

I see the truth, I love its shine—

The dawn is you and day is mine!