Sound Of The Silk

Carry me back to the field bathed in sun
The bright warm terraces where we used to run
Where the songs of weddings liven the air
Swear to me someone, you’ll bury me there
In a temple, an urn, 'neath a bright painted dome
Not here in this valley alone
Carry my lover back cross the tide
I want to be near her and placed by her side
Where the rays of the day will whiten our bones
Near two great rivers that convene into one
To the sound of the silk as it runs through the loom
Not here in this palace alone
Where the rains have worn down the great cities of stone
But not here in this palace alone