Solace for the Solstice

I can't wait for her no more Can't wait for her to come on by It's just wait and see Solace for the solstice A windmill for the air Sees the end of any precipice When the Goddess deems it fair But hanging by the moonside And counting stars for days Would rid me of my own pride When I'm lost into your gaze Gleam sweet beams on me once more Sweet beams that bend and burn my brow How did I, before you, know how? Solace for the solstice A windmill for the air Sees the end of any precipice When the Goddess deems it fair But hanging by the moonside And counting stars for days Would rid me of my own pride When I'm lost into your gaze Dreaming of the plum trees 4,000 miles away I don't think that they've wilted Since we shaded them last may Solace for the solstice A windmill for the air Sees the end of any precipice When the Goddess deems it fair But hanging by the moonside And counting stars for days Would rid me of my own pride When I'm lost into your gaze