In the early morning a whisper comes to me
A love so pure and tender beckoning to me
come hither say the voices crying out in dreams.
Abandon inhibitions come to the angels' den
Where desire mixed with feeling
and the golden light of love is sprinkled
as a perfume throughout the holy air.
Where is this poignant perfume
that permeates the air? Breathe deeply
the forgotten dream it is everywhere.
