My beloved, let's make our home From the pine trees and the cedar leaves Where the cypress covers the ceiling And the tall grass will make our bed sheets Where you can fall asleep upon my chest With a scent of myrrh around your neck Like fragrance rests upon a sacred flower bed So is our love, like oil upon my head So let the mountains breathe and the flowers drink Let the clouds appear, pouring offerings Hail the sun and the moon of old Hail the night of the bitter cold Until all our love has covered every thing In a lasting dance of awakening With my hands in yours and yours in mine We will take the fall even from the edge of time