What’s right And what’s wrong Don’t you hold me too lightly
To words as I’ve rounded them off To the nearest of ten
For I gathered your body In envious capture In envious thought
Oh forgive me, oh gods Or forgive me in fortune Forgive me in feeling it out for myself
As I ought to have feelings for something As great as thou art
Some great white rose Of youth, your plea-sure
Gives of my own heart Generous portions, wisely
Breaks of my own heart I felt the arm’s length While I’ve gone on my own way
Conserve me, strange wa - ters Come and obey me, strange wa - ters
Have it your own way
So if you won’t hold me I have no objections So if you won’t please me
I make no commands So if you don’t trust me It’s best if I drown
