She is the pillow-sharer
And covert-keeper
Of my moon-count
She owns a coffer-drum
To which I am
Deeply gist-bound
I'd ride a steering-oar
Through the ship-road
Of her eyelid-stones
Until the cadence-tide
Draws our sigh-doors
Together now
She is the pillow-sharer
And covert-keeper
Of my moon-count
She owns a coffer-drum
To which I am
Deeply gist-bound
I'd ride a steering-oar
Through the ship-road
Of her eyelid-stones
Until the cadence-tide
Draws our sigh-doors
Together now
She is the pillow-sharer
And covert-keeper
Of my moon-count
She owns a coffer-drum
To which I am
Deeply gist-bound
I'd ride a steering-oar
Through the ship-road
Of her eyelid-stones
Until the cadence-tide
Draws our sigh-doors
Together now