Zephyr

Zephyr comes unaware, And sings underneath my arms : When it makes a sudden stop, I will finish the song of its wandering soul.

Zephyr comes like a Beauty Underneath my arms smiling, smiling. She looks upon me, and says : " Shall we hide us from birds and men under the roses ? "

Zephyr comes with doleful heart, Sighing, sighing, underneath my arms. I whisper a tale of a Life of Gold, We fly into the Palace of the Sun.