Her Face was like a cult to me Her limbs were fierce in symmetry It throws me into song The throng have done us wrong And goes, her toeaway she s leave gold Her horn of youth has passed behold It throws me into song The throng have done us wrong
Do-oo you remember? Do-oo you remember? Pleasures of love Tresures of love
The voice of light denounce the night Sweet pilgrims climb the chily heights It throws me into song The throng have done us wrong
Do-oo you remember? Do-oo you remember? Pleasures of love Treasures of love
Do-oo you remember? Do-oo you remember? Pleasures of love Treasures of love