She's a lover the pretty things / She takes the moon and stars to wear as her disguise. Then catching cosmic rays. She uses them for eyes. She's a lover and you know she's coming through. She's a lover and you know she's coming through. With warm breezes she will wipe away the sigh in the green folds of her skirt, a tired traveler lies. She's a lover and you know she's coming through. There below the gray stone walls behind the hill, she waits for you. Painted on a field of corn strange messages she leaves for you. She sheds her summer dress, fearing it displeases you. Amid the white silk melting forest, where she flew. She's a lover and you know she's coming through. Across the wooded plains. The wild geese have fled beneath the splintered stones. Her anger seeps through red. She's a lover and you know she's coming through.