Away and away to the west I am flying, Wings on my heart urge me on o'er the sky To the arms of the one whose reckless affection Has wrought such a distance between you and I.
Ah, but here is a truth that can never be spoken, And here is a love that must die on the vine - To follow this heart means that others would be broken... Still, thoughts of this new love run mad in my mind.
As the eye can play tricks and see danger in shadows, The heart makes us blind to see danger at all: Unlooked for, unasked for, this love for a stranger Tears away at the pillars that the temple might fall!
Ah, but here is no new tale nor wild revelation - Just a fire through the heart, known to many more than I Who have found themselves swept to a reckless affection By a smile or the glance of a dark roving eye...
Ah, but here is a truth that can never be spoken, And here is a love that must die on the vine - To follow this heart means that others would be broken... Still, thoughts of this new love run mad in my mind.