Grass and Wild Strawberries - The Collectors, Collectors

Grass and wild strawberries, incense and wine

The food on a cradle will never be mine

Like a purse of good leather and sandals of mist

A halo of morning my tulips have kissed

My god, what a generous morning

Grass and wild strawberries, incense and wine

The food on a cradle could never be mine

At sunday by moonlight I lay out of sight

The things that are being could not be denied

My love, what a time for forgiving

Grass and wild strawberries, incense and wine

The food on a cradle will never be mine

If my baby is happy and enjoying her berries

I bless her with moonlight and wild strawberries

My child, such terrible wonders

Grass and wild strawberries, incense and wine

The food on a cradle will never be mine

If my love should leave me and turn love to pray

I’ll cry and I’ll film her no never again

My god, wanna give her transgression