THE TOWER OF WORKS AND DAYS  

Your glance is like a whisper
Your face is like a prayer
Your words like paper airplanes  
Hang along the air 

Everbody’s going
I must be going too
But what kind fate is this  
That I should go there with you? 

And all the flowers stand in line
Just to sing your praise
And you’re looking so divine
Outside the tower of works and days 

Whose heart is a boundless fathom?
Whose soul a mystic span?
Singing with every atom  
The creator’s master plan 

The boulevards are portals  
To green eternities
Where fools fall in love forever
A bit like you and me 

And all the church bells chime in time
Just to sing your praise
And you’re looking so divine
Outside the tower of works and days 

Of course I fell in love with you
With your manner so nonchalant
What you desire, you must have  
Tell me, quick, what do you want?  

All the suns of Araby?
The perfumes of old Zion?
The painted wheels of the galaxy
Big Dipper and Orion? 

And all the church bells chime in time
Just to sing your praise
And you’re looking so divine
Outside the tower of works and days