So i keep on crying looking for my lover,
For i want to be with a man before my death.
To the land of the east,
To the land of the west,
To the land of the north,
And to the land of the south;
Yokshan begot Sheba and Dedan but,
Who will come to my aid?
Seven ewe lambs,
To the well of the oath;
Of a Tamarisk tree,
To the well of the seven;
And i am still in the wilderness of Beersheba like,
Alima in the wonderland of husbands.
For the passion of your love flows with your words;And i am Gandhi with the echoes of your love.
But, it is a very long way home when,I do have my mind on you.America is the Chief Of Nations and,We have to depend onto Uncle Sam always for help;But in my tols along this path,I will suely get to you one day.Many will learn but few will pass,Many will write but few will be…
But a faithful man will abound with blessings always.Elaine, do not be among those who drink too much wine!Nor among the gluttons who eat all kinds of meat;Because the man of knowledge increases in strength always,And like the sweet muse of love.Do not eat the food of a stingy man nor desire his delicacies,For wisdom…
I am moving on with my hope and,This house is my love;I am moving forward with my mind and,This love is my room;I am moving on with my peace and,This room is my kiss;I am moving forward with my well being and,This kiss is all that i have for Mustapha.
And like my friend called Kruttschnitt,But your love is in the North Parade.Where are the bees and the butterflies to sing for us?For in the garden of love we will rest for a while;But your love is still in the North Parade.
For i have laid the bed of love waiting and,I will be her care taker when she turns up.She’s my lover and she knows my name,For i am Ato from the coast of love;And i will still wait for her before the sun goes down.
