Open the pages of the wind my darling,
put a saddle on a river
and ride it, and if you're cold, then wear
the skin of the stars
and use the full moon as your pillow my darling,
and dream of my love
Chorus:
and a poppy told me yesterday
that I'm going to see you, that I'm going to see you
and a rainbow painted my skin so that I
can wake up by your side (bis)
Close the night and the day my darling
so that everything can be ours
and a great amount of kisses
will land on your lips,
and let the singing of the roses
tell you how much I love you my darling
Repeat chorus
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.