You come from far away, with pictures in your eyes; of offeeshops and morning streets, in the blue and silent sunrise. But night is the cathedral, where we recognized the sing; we strangers know each other now, as part of the whole design. Ref: Oh hold me like a baby, that will not fall asleep; curl me up inside you, and let me hear you through the heat. You re the jester of this courtyard, with a smile like a girl's; distracted by the women, with the dimples and the curls. By the pretty and the mischievous, by the timid and the blessed; by the blowing skirts of ladies, who promise to gather you to their breast. Ref: Oh hold me like a baby, that will not fall asleep; curl me up inside you, and let me hear you through the heat. You have hands of raining water, and that earring in you ear; the wisdom on your face, denies the number of your years. With the fingers of the potter, and the laughing tale of the fool; the arranger of disorder, with your strange and simple rules. Yea now I've met me another spinner, of strange and gauzy threads; with a long and slender body, and a bump upon the head. Ref: Oh hold me like a baby, that will not fall asleep; curl me up inside you, and let me hear you through the heat. With a long and slender body, and the sweetest softest hands; and we'll blow away forever soon, and go on to different lands. But please do not ever look for me, but with me you will stay; and you will heart yourself in song, blowing by one day. And now . Hold me like a baby, that will not fall asleep; curl me up inside you, and let me hear you through the heat. Oh, ooh...