Breath on breath of morning wind
Stirs the curtain laces
You may go to chase the sun
Or vanish in it's changes
I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies
Yes i will be turning back my pages touch the earth and breathe the spring
And walk along the river
So if i have to see you go
It doesn't seem to matter
Maybe i will sing until the music has no edges
To say i will be turning back my pages
Breath on breath of morning wind stirs the curtain laces
You may go to chase the sun
Or vanish in it's changes
I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies
Yes i will be turning back my pages