Bring me a smile, for I have none to spare
My wine-hearted maid of the sea stole them from me
And I will never go looking nor pining for her
As she looks for her skin in the eaves.
From sunlight through water we did weave her hair
'Til it shone with the gold of old stars
But I'd give you the honey of my lilit-daughter words
Had she not stole it from me with her eyes:
The dark in your heart and the dark of the sky
Met to dance in the storms of those eyes
Let me, oh, let me, just let me, I plead
Lose myself forevermore in their rains!
She's the grace of the undine and undulating waves
that crash round and chill you to the bone--
Would my love chill her bones, would she care,
Would she care, my wine-hearted maid of the sea?
