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 rivers of your 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 rivers of your voice,
that I might live
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