Letra de Our Lady Of Solitude
All summer long she touched me She gathered in my soul From many thorn, from many thickets Her fingers, like a weaver's Quick and coolAnd the light came from her body And the night went through her grace All summer long she touched me And I knew her, I knew her Face to faceAnd her dress was blue and silver And her words were few and small She is the vessel of the whole wide world Mistress, oh, mistress Of us allDearly dead, queen of solitude I thank you with my heart For keeping me so close to thee While so many, oh, so many Stood apartAnd the light came from her body And the night went through her grace All summer long she touched me I knew her, I knew her Face to face