Ditty of First Desire
In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
a heart.
And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.
(Soul,
turn oranged colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.)
In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.
And at the evenings end
I wanted to be my voice
A nightingale.
Soul,
turn orange colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.
