Midnight

i cried, "oh, lady midnight, i fear that you grow old

the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold"

"if we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored"

so i walked through the morning

sweet early morning

.

i could hear my lady calling

you've won me, you've won me, my lord

yes, you've won me, you've won me, my lord

ah, you've won me

you've won me, my lord