My heart dried up like a desert
Cause it misses it beat
Like a cry of an infant
When he feels the heat

Sweet savour of love
Where art thou?
My soul is aching for you
As my bed is asking for two

My Lazarus's mouth needs a drop
Of your promising touch
Flavoured with savours of a healing cure

Take me beneath where our sweats will meet
A place where our horns will speak
Taking away the sour of my soul
Like a taste of a barley stew to the throat

When the eyes shall meet again
I hope to find a Heart: My heavy head will lay


Allo Ayo......