Orchard Gate Songtext / Lyric

At the orchard gate today

Was that tomorrow

Istenem

Make a fire

Kiss your heart

Risha

Arabic for feather



In this way my love

Whispers to me

Warm, beloved and still

In this way my love

Come to me



In a language of two hands

It is a strange poetry






She is turning

Turning in

From all the temples of old

From all the holds

In which its stowed

Turning into gold



In his way through

A sacred dimension

Not by might

Nor by power

By his spirit

His loving intention

His loving intention



In this way my love

Whispers to me

Warm, beloved and still

In this way my love

Come to me



In a language of two hands

It is a strange poetry



See the golden chariot wheel

It glitters down

To the bottom of the red sea deep

I see the end now

Entertaining thoughts of sleep



In this way my love

Whisper to me

Warm beloved and still

In this way my love

Come to me



She is turning

She is turning in

In the language of two hands

She is turning in

She is turning

Turning into gold