Come into these arms again,
And lay your body down,
Rhythm of this trembling heart-
Is beating like a drum,
It knows not, how it sounds,
For it is the Drum of Drums,
It is the Song of Songs.
Once I had the rarest rose,
That ever deigned to bloom,
Cruel winter chilled the blood,
And stole my flower too soon.
All loneliness, all hopelessness,
To search the end of time,
For there is in all the world,
No greater love than mine,
It stills the rain,
It stills the night,
And mine forever,
be mine forever,
no other love,
Is greater than mine.
Let me be the only one,
To keep you from the cold,
Now the floor of heaven is laid,
With stars of brightest gold,
They shine for all to see,
Come into these arms again,
And set this spirit free.
