Worlds they rise and fall Within her eyes She gives the eagle wings To fly her skies Upon her breath The four winds Live and die And sometimes It's all I can do is bow to her But when the moon is misty Through the trees Right now, she says, "I want to be Your little girl" Stars well, they glow and fade
Around her dance For her the steep is climbed The gulf is spanned She lives, she lives The bards sing Around her stand And sometimes It's all I can do is bow to her But when the moon is misty Through the trees Right now, she says, "I want to be Your little girl, your little girl"