Not sure where I am now,
rolling down the meadow,
daisies dandelions,
chamomile flowers

Fingers tapping puddles,
green complete with tadpoles,
frogs and salamanders,
and at least one otter
napping in the sun

Swans are drifting,
foxes playing,
hedgehogs scampering,
under the hibiscus

Dancing in a circle,
it is such a warm night,
people celebrating,
dancing round and round

A dancer whirls before me
her eyes are smiling.
You old tom cat,
why are you standing?
soon birds shall perch,
lay eggs on your head.
Now come with me,
let us be dancing

The music is infectious
The beats are inviting
I can't help smiling
I can't help smiling

She laughs and pulls me away,
we whirl, the world is blurry,
and just her eyes holding mine,
and just her eyes holding mine

We are drawn to the hills,
on dry, old weeds,
she kisses me so sweet,
the first kiss of my life

How can a kiss be so good?
It is just a silly thing.
Yet my heart has melted,
and I lay lithe, devoid of strength.
She holds me closer to her,
and I disappear

We walk hand in hand
through a vast field.
Far away, the mountains are snowy,
but here it's still warm.
Behind the clouds,
the sun is shining

What is your name? I ask.
What do you want it to be?
How about Jane? That's a name I always liked.
Be it Jane, and what is yours? Peter, Thomas or John?
Thomas is OK, I guess, like a tom cat.
You are Thomas, then, and I am Jane

Hey, Thomas, do you know that I love you?
I do, I do know that.
Do know that I love you Jane?
Of course, of course I do,
let's watch the swans take flight,
they feel the autumn wind,
and shall all rise from the lake,
you see? It's quite a sight

We sit by the water,
watch the swans, and the geese.
I hold my arm around her,
she puts her head on my shoulder.
Like this we pass the time,
until the sun sets

When I open my eyes,
I stand in a roundabout
on dying grass and thorns,
pink and white oleander.
Around me cars go
round and round,
buses and trucks,
motorcycles and scooters

The smoke is a cyclone,
and I'm in the eye.
Someone throws a cigarette at me,
it lands on a flower.
I pick it up,
throw it back on the road.

From this day forward,
until my last breath,
thou shall be named protector
of the pink flowers!

Someone sneers from a car,
spits tobacco on me,
slurs something I don't understand,
nor do I care to.
It's starting to rain,
gray, polluted drops.
I close my eyes,
the noise fades away

Jane and I lay on the grass,
by a burning fire.
We don't have much wood,
and the wood we have is a little wet,
but it does not matter,
we lay naked together,
our parts that touch are warm,
our parts that don't are a little cold

It's good to lay like this
with this woman.
It is all that I could ever ask.
it is all that I could ever ask.