oh borrow my tiredness young girl young boy and wrap it in your hair like garlands take it as a kiss and feel it upon your lips oh borrow these aches young girl young boy and make them into the spring of your lithe bodies the laughter of heart and a chuckle of the soul we who are the children eternal and free the unborn beyond false grace who turn their back on immortality beyond the burnt offerings of time and space take my poetry take my soul that we might be as one beyond division beyond all pain that to heavenly heights we might fly again then share my joy young girl young boy and we will sing a love supreme that we might dance the dance of life and feel a promise of our dreams and feel a promise of our dreams