Texty: Peter Murphy. Girlchild Aglow.

Throws a look, blows away
She woke up to follow
The lapping ocean is her thing
An ever friend, not hollow

Her whispers are in the wind
Rain for her just fountains
Her garden, where the lovers go
No thunder there, not harrow

Just woke up to follow it
Throws a look and still
The swallows fall around that face
And wonder is for her

With sleepy eyes she throws a look
At the passing swallow
Nestled in her candy hair
She's never heard of tomorrow

How it filled me, how it filled
Girlchild aglow
How it filled me, how it filled
Letting go of sorrow

Girlchild with the universes in her
Girlchild with the universes in her
Girlchild with the universes in her
Girlchild with the universes in her

With the universes in her
With the universes in her