This Love

The burning sun
And the old, old sea
Just gets lost in this love.

With mountains strong,
Standing in the dark,
Holding out my hand
With this love I have.

Your polished ways
And your guilded face
Drew me down
For penance sake

And in this lifetime
Despite my needs
We cannot make
This love complete.

You're not here, I'm not there
It's hard to see it, it cannot be.
It is pure and profound
This love I have is not unsound.

In the dampness
Afraid to speak
I walked away
In defeat
(And)I was feeling
It might haave been
Nothing more
Than my mind's deciet

You're not here, I'm not there
It's hard to see it, It cannot be
It is pure and profound
This love I have, Is not unsound.

And if the sea rose
Swept my life away
In my last hour
This love would not sway

You're not here, I'm not there
It's hard to see, It cannot be