Music & Lyrics: L’illon
I sit in the golden sun,
and watch, for your return.
As I trace a picture in the sand,
the Divine, sees me yearn.
Ancient eye of Isis, is the story true,
am I the wind above, the water?
Desert eagle, will follow you
until you’ve chosen to, reconsider.
I’ll keep on waiting, anticipating, your sweet surrender, sweet surrender….
What words could roll off my lips,
for you to, hear me now?
I’ll search the length and breadth of earth,
to bring you back, somehow.
Gallant wings of Isis, make the legend true,