What kind of sound, I think I can hear //
A lily-white lily calling //
She seems to yearn to darken skin and hair //
I really know, without her force //
You would be falling //
You wouldn't need to breathe //
My sinner air //
Now listen
This day'll be grey, so take my advice //
And wait for the dawning //
Wait for the rise of light tomorrow morning //
Look for the highest place in space //
To rest and stay //
You've got to chase the early rising sun //
Next day
