Smiling Ladies

Breath on breath of morning wind

Stirs the curtain laces

You may go to chase the sun

Or vanish in its changes

I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies

Yes I will be turning back my paces

Touch the earth and breathe the spring

And walk along the river

So if I have to see you go

It doesn't seem to matter

Maybe I will sing until the music has no edges

To say I will be turning back my faces

Breath on breath of morning wind

Stirs the curtain laces

You may go to chase the sun

Or vanish in its changes

I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies

Yes I will be turning back my paces