(by Nick Cave)


It's up in the morning

And on the downs

Little white clouds

Like gambolling lambs

And I am breathless over you

And the red-breasted robin

Beats his wings

His throat it trembles

When he sings

For he is helpless before you

The happy hooded bluebells bow

And bend their heads all a-down

Heavied by the early morning dew

At the whispering stream

At the bubbling brook

The fishes leap up to take a look

For they are breathless over you

Still your hands

And still your heart

For still your face

Comes shining through

And all

The morning glows anew

Still your mind

Still your soul

For still

The fare of love is true

And I am breathless without you

The wind circles among the trees

And it bangs about the new-made leaves

For it is breathless without you

The fox chases the rabbit round

The rabbit hides beneath the ground

For he is defenceless without you

The sky of daytime dies away

And all the earthly things

They stop to play

For we are all breathless without you

I listen to my juddering bones

The blood in my veins

And the wind in my lungs

And I am breathless without you

Still your hands

And still your heart

For still your face

Comes shining through

And all

The morning glows anew

Still your soul

Still your mind

Still, the fire of love is true

And I am breathless without you