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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