Shakhan - G-d the Weaver lyricsrate me
She's beautiful in face and form, way above the norm and in this cold world her words tumble out warm.
I don't want to die but in her eyes drown. I need her like make up needs the clown.
Her loveliness invades me flower atracks the bee.
She's a temple and I am her devotee.
Don't want to be alone, want to be with her.
Oh that I was the covers of her sidur.
I feel hot and a lovely fever knowing she's how a believer, that we are two strands and G-d is the weaver. Her beauty it is given, given from above I am captivated by her love.
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
Thanks to numbat