Song From The Highest Tower

Let it come, let it come! The season we can love!I have waited so long,that at length I forgetand leave unto heavenmy fear and regreta sick thirstdarkens my veins.Let it come, let it come! The season we can love!So the green field, to oblivion falls, overgrown, flowering,with incense and weeds and the cruel noise of dirty flies.Let it come, let it come! The season we can love!I loved the desert, burnt orchardstired old shops, warm drinks.I dragged myself through stinking alleysand with my eyes closedI offered myself to the sunthe god of fire