Every night he'd come to me

I'd cook for him, I'd pour his tea

I was in my thirties then

Had made some money, lived with men We'd lay us down to give and get

Beneath the white mosquito net

And since no counting had begun

We lived a thousand years in one The candles burned

The moon went down

The polished hill

The milky town

Transparent, weightless, luminous

Uncovering the two of us

On that fundamental ground

Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound

And half the perfect world is found The candles burned

The moon went down

The polished hill

The milky town

Transparent, weightless, luminous

Uncovering the two of us

On that fundamental ground

Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound

And half the perfect world is found