Within the land of milk and honey
Where fields are green and skys are sunny
Past the ivy covered gates
That is where my true love waits
Between the dreams of men and gods
From preachers lips and losers odds
Beyond the fickle hand of fates
That is where my true love waits
Where grown children and young men hide
From underneath the rising tide
Blanketed by the crushing slates
That is where my true love waits
Slipping from my withered hands
Amidst the turning, swirling sands
Crying out for your warm face
Your sweet touch, and soft embrace
Searching through the blinding light
Gripping on to what feels right
Eyes are closed from morrow's night
Although a never ending fight
In my darkness, never too late
That is where my true love...
