| What kind of sound, I think I can hear | |
| A lily-white lily calling | |
| She seems to yearn to darken skin and hair | |
| I really know, without her force | |
| You would be falling | |
| You wouldn't need to breathe | |
| My sinner air | |
| Now listen | |
| This day'll be grey, so take my advice | |
| And wait for the dawning | |
| Wait for the rise of light tomorrow morning | |
| Look for the highest place in space | |
| To rest and stay | |
| You've got to chase the early rising sun | |
| Next day |