Lover had to leave me
to cross the desert plains.
He turned to me, his lady,
tells me, Lover, wait.
I’m calling Jesus, please,
send his love to me.
Wind and rain haunt me.
I look to the north and pray.
Send me please, his kisses.
Send him home today.
I’m begging Jesus, please,
send his love to me.
Left alone in the desert
this house becomes a hell,
this love becomes a tether,
this room becomes a cell.
Mummy, Daddy, please,
send him back to me.
How long must I suffer?
Dear god, I’ve served my time.
This love becomes my torture,
this love my only crime.
Oh lover, please release me,
my arms too weak to grip,
my eyes too dry for weeping,
my lips too dry to kiss.