When you walked on me
I was groovy,
I was the rose of the spring:
everyone’s sweetie!
Your little earth down the upside-
down sky was the centrepiece!
Not anymore, I don’t want to be.
O Fathima, don’t go without me,
don’t go to heaven without me!
Without you I melt away,
burning my spine:
you know the reason why.
I passed my song down to you.
Pour it down to river, to the sea,
do as you please,
but don’t leave me.
O Fathima, don’t go without me!
I touched my dream
when you touched me,
I bent with paradise
like a flower bends in the breeze.
You said sway with ease.
(Choir, voices of women:
Every night did the moon flower,
million stars spurred far afar.
We were closer than two hairs)
I let you paint yours on shades of me.
I became you, you became me.
No one is sure where your
grave is no one can see.
O Fathima, don’t go without me!
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
When you walked on me
I was groovy,
I was the rose of the spring:
everyone’s sweetie!
Your little earth down the upside-
down sky was the centrepiece!
Not anymore, I don’t want to be.
O Fathima, don’t go without me,
don’t go to heaven without me!
Without you I melt away,
burning my spine:
you know the reason why.
I passed my song down to you.
Pour it down to river, to the sea,
do as you please,
but don’t leave me.
O Fathima, don’t go without me!
I touched my dream
when you touched me,
I bent with paradise
like a flower bends in the breeze.
You said sway with ease.
(Choir, voices of women:
Every night did the moon flower,
million stars spurred far afar.
We were closer than two hairs)
I let you paint yours on shades of me.
I became you, you became me.
No one is sure where your
grave is no one can see.
O Fathima, don’t go without me!