Romance

On a late night, knock, knock
Someone knocked on my door
Where are you from, oh my soul
I come almost dead, for sure

I barely recognized her
She looked so different, you see
She brought her wings all broken
Like a swallow, so carefree

I told her to prepare dinner
The best feast that I could find
Where are you from, oh my darling
I hardly know you, never mind

But my silent soul just watched
And didn’t say a single thing
In her beautiful eyes, I saw
So many sorrows they bring

I told her to make the bed
With the finest sheets I had
On top, a purple damask
Underneath, a soft fine pad

Sleep, sleep, oh my soul
Sleep, and to rock you, I’ll sing
My lips are singing softly
With a longing to weep and cling.