You come from far away 
With pictures in your eyes 
Of coffeeshops and morning streets 
In the blue and silent sunrise 
But night is the cathedral 
Where we recognized the sign 
We strangers know each other now 
As part of the whole design 


Oh, hold me like a baby 
That will not fall asleep 
Curl me up inside you 
And let me hear you through the heat 


You are the jester of this courtyard 
With a smile like a girl's 
Distracted by the women 
With the dimples and the curls 
By the pretty and the mischievous 
By the timid and the blessed 
By the blowing skirts of ladies 
Who promise to gather you to their breast 


Oh, hold me like a baby... 


You have hands of raining water 
And that earring in your ear 
The wisdom on your face 
Denies the number of your years 
With the fingers of the potter 
And the laughing tale of the fool 
The arranger of disorder 
With your strange and simple rules 
Yes now I've met me another spinner 
Of strange and gauzy