Babalon your hair has grown Purple for evening As close as you come Tender your tapestry Softly and warm Tender your pleasure From the place it was born Wild is my love Wild is my love i say Crowned in a forest of light She gave me herself In a beautiful way She stores deep delights I hold her pale and pleading I hold her human shape I hold her bound and bleeding Safe with no escape Slow are the wings that weave Swift as a song on the breeze Her eyes as wise As a wide winged dove That mingles and moves With the sea And i hear her music Deep in the breath of the night And i kiss her dark roses And i dream her in a river of life Wild is my love