Lyrics

Its her voice Round and rich The familiar scent She is I found her closing I found hardening [?] Of her soul Filled with comfort The brocading with grace Its her place [?] Hope it [?] Her creation The [?] Born again Born again The last word Plain like mosse In the light shade Wrap you up Place you inside For later You can not think beyond The serpent We will shine again In the space Between her breath Between her touch Of heal hand Reach inside Take you out To awaken what you What you told me Never told forget Forget Its her voice Round and rich The familiar scent She is