I need the desert like I need the rain Where from the desert I am leaning on my beloved And we are leaping over mountains Because these mountains are mine They are mine
You are a love jealous as the grave Your love is a jealous flame You are a flame of the brightest color This is jealousy It is a husband's fury
Well who is this? She is leaning on her beloved and they are leaping over mountains With a broken and a contrite heart How can the Father deny? Oh, if you could show us just a glimpse of this flame This jealous flame