Let it come, let it come! The season we can love! <br />
<br />
I have waited so long, <br />
That at length I forget<br />
And leave unto heaven<br />
My fear and regret<br />
A sick thirst<br />
Darkens my veins.<br />
<br />
Let it come, let it come! The season we can love! <br />
<br />
So the green field, to oblivion falls, overgrown, flowering, <br />
With incense and weeds and the cruel noise of dirty flies.<br />
<br />
Let it come, let it come! The season we can love! <br />
<br />
I loved the desert, burnt orchards<br />
Tired old shops, warm drinks.<br />
I dragged myself through stinking alleys<br />
And with my eyes closed<br />
I offered myself to the sun<br />
The god of fire