Dressed in gold and laced with citrine petals of the sun
Sensua you formed the channels where the rivers run
She lets her mist in fingertip like touches down the mountain
In rivulets her whisper to me calls
She gathers her momentum to the hum I follow down it
‘Till she bursts into her song the waterfall
It's you entwine the roots, and you
The dew from under my feet
The heat rise of loves eyes
The wing flights of the bee
When the dance it's you the words the bird of paradise have heard
You carry love so true
And to this love
I'll be your devotee
It is here where you land I stand the golden gourde
Into it her slender finger dips
In elegance of motion that can only be adored
She brings the taste of honey to my lips
As breath and soul and liquid nectar roll over the chords
You oil the channel for your song so intimate to board
And I'll sing it to your honour with the ardour you require
And choirs sing through us the harmonized
And we and all of nature shall to you become the mirror
And to this whole world, you're beauty shall be recognized
It's you entwine the roots, and you
The dew from under my feet
The heat rise of loves eyes
The wing flights of the bee
When the dance it's you the words the bird of paradise have heard
You carry love so true
And to this love
I'll be your devotee
Dressed in gold and laced in citrine petals of the sun
Sensua you are the channels back to the ocean