Lyrics:
There is light in my lady's houseThen there's none but some falling rainLess like a spoken wordShe is more than her thousand namesNo hands are half as gentleOr firm as they'd like to beThank God you see me the way you doStrange as you are to meIt is good in my lady's houseEvery shape that her body makesLove is a fragile wordIn the air, on the length we layNo hands are half as gentleOr firm as they'd like to beThank God you see me the way you doStrange as you are to me