Odessa

Eyes blazing wide, our turning sea is blessed, my worries on the tide, all my love isn't less, than her continued why, at some strange innocence, feel my spirits fly, fools are not the eldest, they haven't got the right, my heart breaks in my breast, i don't want to lie, but i'll take her test, an altar to the bride, here in the rushing West, we crush those lonely times, ride horses to mountain crests, my lover chides, dance like all the rest, tears rain down my side.