These dancing flames, surrounded by stones of gray
In hissing tongues of fire demand their way
The silent stones sit still as if to say
"Oh, patience, please! The time will come to play."
Wise men they say
To leave no stone unturned
You can't expect to play with fire
And remain unburned
Two eyes are quiet as stones
Two lips are red desire
So ruby red and rich, this cup of wine
Upon these lips and, too, upon this tongue
It warms the heart and yes it whets the mind
Oh, hear the sweetest sound of songs unsung!
Wise men may say
To leave no stone unturned
But don't expect to play with fire
And remain unburned
Two eyes gray-stoned with wine
Two tongues are flames of fire