I give my life's grain,
To the rhythm's call, the coming, coming,
Yearning whispers, to the air.
Come now, come.
Come now, come.
My love, in longing, days have flown.
Come now, come.
Come now, come,
When the storm clouds gather, dark and bold,
My empty brow, the questions rise.
Come now, come.
Burning, burning, dawn to dusk I weep,
No word, my cruel one, you bestow.
Come now, come, come now, come.
Come now, come.
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