Silently you came into my world
I was never in expectant of someone like you
Still, I welcomed you wholeheartedly
Because I've always yielded for this kind of feeling ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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