Sieben - John in the Pulpit | Текст песни

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• John in the Pulpit

I frogbit and arrowhead
you eyebright and teasel
me, john in the pulpit;
your musk, your honeysuckle
you my purpling rose

I, all bristly hound’s tongue grasp,
you yellow loosestrife
me, john in the pulpit,
woodruff and butterbur
your musk, your honeysuckle
red dead-nettle to your blood drop emlets

our vervain, our feverfew and tansy,
our bindweed, or bittersweet?
our burnt orchid, our mountain everlasting,
gold of pleasure, or petty spurge?
our self-heal