There's a garden in her face

Where the roses en white lilies grow

In her eyes the clouds from yesteryear so long ago

Dim shores dense rains fill her eyes

Pale sunsets and the test of time

Too much too little and oh too soon

Her soul cries out to the fullness of the moon

Like this moon, like that moon, like this moon

Through the valleys and up the hills

The crags of time that won't stand still

Primrose lilies and marigolds

A heart not innocent but the story never told

Like this one

Like that one, like this one

Ai yai yai

In every voice in every sound

The whisper of time of so profound

The shadowy past relentless years

The shallow tears

Through the winters and through the chills

The noisy years the waste the spills

Sweet the silence and sweet her touch

No never enough

No touch too much

Like this touch

Like that touch

Like this touch

Ai yai yai