Inside her silver house, aloneShe sings a songOf water turned to sandShe waits, her time is her own
Inside her looking glassBlack is the color she seesWhile waiting for the sunShe lives, so patiently
Young man travelling alongPasses by a windowSinging a song
Feel the wind blowAs my blood flowsThrough the shadowsOf my soul, today
See the rainbowsAs my love growsMy heart knowsWhat my mind won't say
The living is easyI'm born to be freeThe living is easyThere's no reason to explain
Sitting in her sitting room, patientlyShe waits for a change, suddenlyOh, the changes comeHearing a song, her blood begins to flowShe no longer is alone
Lying in her sitting room, silentlyHe touches her hand, joyfullyAnd so love has begunWith joy in her heartShe receives his flowing soulAnd love growsAnd it growsAnd it grows
Inside her purple houseOh Lord, filled by her manA child begins to growOh Lord, who can understand
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