I don´t want from you, money & riches,
No gold, gem, nor raiment of rich stitches,
No feast of swine & fruit, on which to
dine,
No goblet of thin crystal, to quaff fine
wine,
Just talk gently to me.
I don´t want your raised voice & nasty
word,
Just talk to me in voice of hills &
breezy birds,
No ranting, yelling loud, nor blasphemous
din,
No spitting spite, nor slapping to cheek or
chin,
Just talk gently to me.
From me, you will get all the love in the
world,
In the palm of your hand, my heart unfurled,
You´ll have my life, my soul & my very
being,
You´ll have it all from me, can you not be
seeing?
Just talk gently to me.
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