Cristabele

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Your voice of oiling, your vivid grace. Your red lips like wine, that I want to drink.

I'm longing for you, so fragile still, mostly my love, I'm grassy in my dreams Come, come do my words Let dance with the moon Tonight is the night I'm waiting for you My sight, Christ, the lamb

The light runs so bright My blood has a series on my hands My sweet crystal, my soft breeze of May, this heart's beating only for you. The night of so still, the woods down the hill, the moon is shining bright, I need you tonight.

My sweet Christavel, the light runs so bright, my blood ends us in so my veins. My sweet Christavel, tonight is the night, let's dance with the moon. Tonight is the night.