Beg - Lisbeth Scott

Inside my ancient dreams

your lips are the rolling sea

your arms forever cradle me

Soft pillow cloud of mine

I soak your fortune in

All light and rain you once have been

I beg the sky… I beg the moon

May I become your wings

May I become your wings

My feathered carriage waits

for me in your longing wake

Deliver me from my heart’s ache

And when my silver moon

shall turn to a softer blue

perhaps I will have rescued you

I beg the sky… I beg the moon

May I become your wings

May I become your wings

I beg the sky

I beg the moon

May I become your wings

May I become your wings