Michael Woodhead


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

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

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