I am running, away from all the noise,
To the forest, to a low and plaintive voice,
To the river, like Narcissus I see my reflection:
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Crying mercy.
I have chosen to love a lonely man,
c Bodhisattva, an ivory tower of intelligence,
He wants me but he wants more than I can give,
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Crying mercy.
I wanted to love again,
I prayed for another chance,
The kindness, the ki
ndness within a glance,
cn angel, alighting in my hands,
He gives himself so completely to me,
cll I have is my defense,
It's up to me,
(Will I be the enemy of love?)
I am losing, between my life and love,
cll I hold dear is challenged by a choice,
To lay
naked, at the altar of another,
Or stay the steady plough of work,
The stoic solitude,
Do I choose to love and lose?
I choose love, yes I do.
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Green eyes crying, green eyes crying,
Crying mercy