To Keep From Crying کے بول

Hold me naked, in the dancing fire light Close and sacred Warm against your skin, so white To keep from crying In the coldness of the night I keep on trying to surrender Hold me tight Soothe my sorrows Numb my aching head tonight The morning follows, set on waking up the light All wrinkles roll away Like wriggling ocean waves They rise and fall at the docks Always must bolt to the shore Like the roaring tide, like the roaring tide Like the jingling wind, like the jingling wind