Demeter

On a tree top

Where the dew drop

Many birds sing, have you two fought

On a merry whistle berry

I bestowed chilly februaries

Crocus seeds and mildew weeds

Milky thistle and cherry tree

Osmanthus calls me to stray away

Burning orange leaflets for a prayer

And work is the prison of my love

It forces the hand of god

And god is the breath in our hearts

Why must i love to work, work to love, work for love

And my world is robbed away

And in my grief I wallow

And the pantheon

Begs at my doorstep

Will you return to your assignment

Crocus seeds and mildew weeds

Mugwort garlands and dried tea leaves

Osmanthus calls me to stray away

Burning orange leaflets for a prayer

Work is the prison of my love

It forces the hand of god

And god is the breath in our hearts

Why must i love to work, work to love, work for love

Sickle scythe are all forgotten

Wheat is pickled carpet rotten

The sun is my baby she follows my word

My anger destroys the last autumn gourd

And I bask in the pleasures of reliability

And the trance of loving attention

But what am i if i live in fear

Love is the reason

Love is the reason

Love is the reason

Work is the prison of my love

It forces the hand of god

And god is the breath in our hearts

Why must i love to work, work to love, work for love