I look for you in every woman I meet
Your heart's design in the words they speak
But no retreat, no retreat!
Let the cloths of fate weave over me
And when the fires of night are fading dim
Let softness fall on weary limbs
And brightness gather among the whins
July 2024
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC
I look for you in every woman I meet
Your heart's design in the words they speak
But no retreat, no retreat!
Let the cloths of fate weave over me
And when the fires of night are fading dim
Let softness fall on weary limbs
And brightness gather among the whins
July 2024
‘Whins,’ also known as furze or gorse, is a bush with yellow flowers that can grow in poor soil. In Irish folklore, it has magical and healing properties.
