Morning, velvet, crystal broken edged with scarlet Hand me down upon the sea Melting golden flesh is cracked and spilled in gardens Circles grow on me Fly beyond (or perhaps me out), fly beyond Beyond what will be Fly beyond, fly beyond Beyond what will be Will the morning I see, one day come to me? You will turn it, nothing is the key She's a lady of the lake Wrapped in the Sun With the summer in her hands Owing no one And the flashing of her eyes Life is bigger, ah! Da da! Will the morning I see, one day come to me? You will turn it, nothing is the key She's a lady of the lake Wrapped in the Sun From her features and her fame [?] Flowing to one [?] And the burning of her breath Time is under, ah! Morning, velvet, crystal broken edged with scarlet Hand me down upon the sea Melting golden flesh is cracked and spilled in gardens Circles grow on me Fly beyond (or perhaps me out), fly beyond Beyond what will be Fly beyond, fly beyond Beyond what will be