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With your face to the wind |
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You're beginning to think of a new life, |
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And you pull tight your cloak 'round your throat |
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And the wind seems to sing, |
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Though we're both on the run from a place in the sun and it's raining, |
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And there's strangers and dangers and darkness |
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We're still going to win. |
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So don't you cry, don't you fear, |
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Wipe away each lonely tear. |
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If I were king of morning and you were queen of day, |
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We'd love all summer long together, |
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Love would find a way. |
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If I were king of evening and you were queen of night, |
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We'd pass the time in pleasure, |
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We'd love until the morning light. |
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If I were king of pleasure and you were queen of pain |
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You would love me. |
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As the rain starts to fall, I recall how it was |
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In the good times, |
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When the sun seemed to shine |
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And the wine was a gift from above, |
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But I know that the day's on the way |
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And it's bringing the sunshine, |
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So sing me a song, make it long, |
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Make it all about love. |
