Whether it's going to die The eye of the violet unfolds Caressed and treasured in my heart And given all the time to wither The needle guides me To a tiny spot of calmness Amongst flower-swarms tender and sweet Earnest and pure At my feet clamour of blue Craving for more and less Whether it's going to die The eye of the violet unfolds Caressed and treasured in my heart And given all the time to wither Earth weeps just a tiny core of stillness The sundown in your eyes a fragile light At the entrance to your soul At my feet clamour of blue A single colour among all the greys Whether it's going to die The eye of the violet unfolds Caressed and treasured in my heart And given all the time to wither Away again The needle rested Just for a while We sang and danced and laughed The music was the message Whether it's going to die The eye of the violet unfolds Caressed and treasured in my heart And given all the time to wither Away again