Michael Woodhead

NIRVANA

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

I cross the Martian sands to see you
I long to kiss your hands, to free you
To take you to my home
Beneath a plastic dome
And be yours
Nirvana

What say you, now, my queen; I love you
What beauties I have seen above you
Where jewelled crowns adorn
The splendour of the morn
I love you
Nirvana

I gaze about your room; its beauty
My child be in your womb; you're lovely
The swelling comes and goes
And our love onward grows
I love you
Nirvana


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