Calling through the pines
Trembling on the vine
Breathing down your skin
Only fools rush in
Foolish by and by
Falling from the sky
Oh, lover bury me
Under lock and key

Come whatever will
Conjured in the still
Coursing through my veins
Chances waxed and waned
Love, don’t leave me cold
Lonely, growing old
Letters in my hands
Writing in the sand

Go down now, love - what do you say?

Whisper through the trees
Whistle in the breeze
Breathing down your skin
Only fools rush in