I Wither
(slow Brazilian samba) I wither, oh I wither, I wither, oh I wither, I wither, oh I wither, Without your music, Without the breath of your song oh my breast overflows and I am perplexed oh where are you? I am blind with desires, yet I sense that you are near I thirst , oh, I thirst, I thirst , oh, I thirst, I thirst , oh, I thirst, In this desert of desire, Bring me to the river s of you r voice, that I might hear I wither, oh I wither, I wither, oh I wither, I wither, oh I wither, Without your music, Without the breath of your song May I labor in you garden, Where the flowers of innocence have gone? I have seen your image and heard the bells of your song now I cannot rest in this land where your charity is scorned where fools change your words and belch a tune in mockery I thirst , oh, I thirst, I thirst , oh, I thirst, I thirst , oh, I thirst, In this desert of desire, Bring me to the river s of you r voice, that I mi...