Love´s Promise [Live]

Love’s Promise

The sun has spurge the season,

enchanters night the wormwood sky.

Your musk, your asarina joy,

your radiant woad, our honeysuckle tryst.

Will you come again, sweet as briar, rose-hipped?

Will you come again, rough as chervil, lining the lane?

Our fritillary love,

its warp and weft our bindweed trust.

Our wild garlic lust,

our foxglove thrust, your butterbur desire.

Will you come again, perfuse as cicely, spurge as teasel?

Will you come again, sharp as shepherd's needle?

Will you come again, sorrel and bramble?

Will you come again, my lily of the valley?

Will you come again, love's promise and betony desire?

Will you come again, enchanter's night,

our honeysuckle tryst?