The Black Atlantic - Fragile Meadow Lyrics

Woman, tranquilly labouring at our love's cultivation
I do believe, I am fortunate to have met you

Woman, how ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains
I do believe, it is our fate to reside here

Away from the mountains of youth and safety
In a fragile meadow

Woman, I see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped
I do believe, you are my companion and a true lover

Through our rains and wintry phases
I have come to love you for you