Not a speck of dust on chrysanthemum

Feather on the breath of the mother tongue

Awake in full bloom with the sleeping sunPomegranate jewel between lip and thumb

We are only love and longing

We are only love and longing

It′s all clearer beyond fawn and weather

Hands and cheek and flowers pressed together

When the sea and sky are one like mirror

When the wind and river are old lovers

We are only love and longing

We are only love and longing

Oh, you could get through to the blood and marrow

You-you could get through to the blood and marrow

Deeper than a cinder in snow

You could get through to the blood and marrow

Deeper than a cinder in snow

You could get through to the blood and marrow

And silently

Bathe the body in silence

Bathe the body in silence

And let it eat you alive

You could get through to the blood and marrow

Deeper than a cinder in snow

You could get through to the blood and marrow

Deeper than a cinder in snow

You could get through to the blood and marrow

Deeper than a cinder in snow

You could get through to the blood and marrow

Not a speck of dust on chrysanthemum