Madrugada ~ Honey Bee

Honey bee

Come buzzing me
I ain't seen you for so long

I need to feel you
I mean to reel you
Like the one described to me in song

Out in the woods
Tall pine tree woods
She gave sweet loving to me

Her woodland grace
Her soft embrace
My face in shadow
Honey bee

Won't you come see me in the morning?
Won't you come see me late at night?
For it ain't right, no it just ain't right
You're meant to turn away from the light

Night, all my lights are on
I need a little one on one
This useless, helpless feeling

A young man should be blessed with love
There's just flesh and fire below
This drunken, senseless reeling
Hands on my face
Some silk and lace
Sweet perfume kisses
For me

Wherever you burn
I have returned
You lucky lady
Honey bee

I have to leave you in the morning
You always wanted to be free

Stay with me
Sweet lucky lady
Don't ever leave me
Honey bee

Awake in cold places
Cool eyes and icy faces
Some dead and some living
Most of them doing something in between

My lady in waiting
Must have turned to hating me
Some bitter awakening this has been
Well next time she calls I'm gonna let her in
Well next time she calls I'm gonna let her in

And if she leaves me in the morning
At least we both have been relieved

Now stay with me
Stay with me
Sweet lucky lady
Don't you ever leave me
Honey bee

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Je T'Aime ~ Kelly Sweet lyrics

Je T'aime, Je T'aime toujours

I am forever yours.
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, mon cher
You're always in my prayers.
Softly, sweetly.
Wrapped up in heaven's arms.
Sailing, soaring
Over the moon, gathering stardust
Be still, be safe, be sure
Je T'aime, Je T'aime, toujours
Wishing, praying
All of your dreams come true.
Please remember where 'er you are
My heart is with you
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, mon cher.
Always in my prayers.
I am forever yours.
Je T'aime, Je T'aime
Toujours

Loreena McKennitt - 'Dante's Prayer'

Dante's Prayer 

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me

Loreena McKennitt - 'Dante's Prayer'

Dante's Prayer 

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me

1 Coríntios 13 Cid Moreira "O Amor"

O Amor

Se eu tivesse o dom de falar em outras línguas
Sem tê-las aprendido,
E se pudesse falar em qualquer idioma
Que há na terra e até no céu,
Mas, não tivesse amor, as minhas palavras,
Seriam como o barulho de um gongo
Ou o som de um sino
Poderia ter o dom de anunciar mensagens de Deus,
Ter todo o conhecimento,
Entender todos os segredos e ter tanta fé,
A ponto de tirar as montanhas de seus lugares,
Mas, se não tivesse amor, eu não seria nada
Se eu desse aos pobres tudo o que tenho
E até entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado,
Mas, não tivesse amor, isso não teria valor algum
O amor é muito paciente e bondoso
O amor não é ciumento, nem orgulhoso, nem vaidoso
Não é arrongante, nem egoísta
Não se irrita, nem fica magoado
O amor não se alegra com a injustiça
Mas fica feliz com a verdade
Ele nunca desanima e suporta tudo
Com fé, esperança e paciência
O AMOR É ETERNO...

Há mensagens espirituais, mas durarão pouco
Existem dons de falar em línguas estranhas,
Mas acabarão logo
Há conhecimento, mas terminará também
Pois os nossos dons de conhecimento
E as nossas mensagens espirituais
Existem somente em parte
Mas, quando vier o que é perfeito,
Então o que existe em parte será extinto
Quando eu era menino, a minha maneira de falar,
De sentir e de pensar, era de menino
Agora que já sou homem,
Não tenho mais essas coisas de menino
O que agora só podemos ver e compreender
Um pouquinho de Deus
Como se estivéssemos observando seu reflexo
Num espelho muito ruim
Mas chegará o dia
Quando o veremos integralmente face a face...

Tudo o quanto sei agora é obscuro e confuso
Mas depois verei tudo com clareza
Tão claramente
Como Deus esta vendo agora mesmo,
O interior do meu coração
Agora pois permanecem três coisas:
A fé, a esperança e o amor
Porém a maior delas é o amor!

Jean Francois Maurice - Aranjuez Mon Amour

Mon amour, sur l'eau des fontaines, mon amour

Où le vent les amène, mon amour
Le soir tombé, qu'on voit flotter 
Des pétales de roses
(Mon amour et des murs se gercent, mon amour)
Au soleil au vent à l'averse et aux années qui vont passant
Depuis le matin de mai qu'ils sont venus
Et quand chantant, soudain ils ont écrit sur les murs du bout de leur fusil
De bien étranges choses
Mon amour, le rosier suit les traces, mon amour
Sur le mur et enlace, mon amour
Leurs noms gravés et chaque été
D'un beau rouge sont les roses
(Mon amour sèche les fontaines, mon amour)
Au soleil au vent de la plaine et aux années qui vont passant
Depuis le matin de mai qu'il sont venus
La fleur au cœur, les pieds nus, le pas lent
Et les yeux éclairés d'un étrange sourire
Et sur ce mur lorsque le soir descend
Aranjuez, mon amour
On croirait voir des taches de sang
(Ce ne sont que des roses)
Aranjuez, mon amour

Kenny Rogers - Lady