This Must be the Place (Naive Melody)



Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me round

I come home - I'm born with a weak heart

I guess I must be having fun

The less we say about it the better

Lets make it up as we go along

Feet on the ground

Head in the clouds

I'm ok I know nothing's wrong.


Hi ho  I got plenty of time

Hi ho  you got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money

Always for love

Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight


Home - its where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

I come home - you lifted up your wings

I guess that this must be the place

Because I can't tell one from another

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time, before we were born

If someone asks, this is where I'll be.


Hi ho  We drift in and out

Hi ho  sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people

You got a face with a view

I am just an animal looking for a home

To share the same space for a minute or two


Will you love me till my heart stops

Will you love me till I'm dead

You got eyes that light up, eyes that look through

Cover up the blank spots

Hit me on the head

Say Goodnight

Say Goodnight

Say Goodnight




When I'm Sixty-four


When I get older losing my hair,

Many years from now.

Will you still be sending me a Valentine

Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four.


You'll be older too,

And if you say the word,

I could stay with you.


I could be handy, mending a fuse

When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday morning go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,

Who could ask for more.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four.


You'll be older too,

And if you say the word,

I could stay with you.


Send me a postcard, drop me a line,

Stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four.


Love Sonnet XVII

by Pablo Neruda


No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio

o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego;

te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,

secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.


Te amo como la planta que no florece y

lleva dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,

y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo

el apretado aroma que ascendis de la tierra.


Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,

te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo;

asi te amo porque no si amar de otra manera,


sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,

tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,

tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.

Love Sonnet XVII

by Pablo Neruda



I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire;

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.


I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride;

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving,


but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.




Tu Risa

(Your Laughter)

by Pablo Neruda



Take away my bread if you will,

take the air that I breathe

but leave me your laughter.


Deprive me not of the rose,

the stream which exudes,

this water so quickly

shoots forth your happiness,

the sudden wave

in which you were born to this earth.


My struggle is harsh and often

I return home with weary eyes

for I have seen the world

which does not change,

yet no sooner do I enter,

than your laughter rises to heaven

seeking me

and it opens for me all

the doors of life.




Next to the sea in autumn,

your laughter will raise

its foamy cascade,

and in the spring, love,

I love your laughter like

the flower I am waiting for,

the blue flower, the rose

of my echoing country.


Laugh at the night,

the day, the moon.

But when I open

and close my eyes,

when my steps leave,

when my steps return,

deny me the bread, the air,

the light, the spring,

but never your laughter,

for then I would die.

from Love Song

by Rainer Maria Rilke


Everything that touches us, me and you,

takes us together like a violin's bow,

which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

Upon what instrument are we two spanned?

And what musician holds us in his hand?

Oh sweetest song.

from Letters to a Young Poet

Rainer Maria Rilke


For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.  Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person - it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great and demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances.


Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.


Ancient Egyptian Poem


This love is as good

as oil and honey to the throat,

as linen to the body,

as fine garments to the gods,

as incense to worshippers

when they enter in,

as the little seal-ring to my finger.

It is like a ripe pear

in a man's hand,

it is like the dates

we mix with beer,

it is like the seeds

the baker adds to bread.

We will be together

even when old age comes.

And the days in between

will be food set before us,

dates and honey,

bread and beer.

Now Touch the Air Softly

William Jay Smith



Now touch the air softly,

Step gently. One, two...

I'll love you till roses

Are robin's-egg blue;

I'll love you till gravel

Is eaten for bread,

And lemons are orange,

And lavender's red.


Now touch the air softly,

Swing gently the broom.

I'll love you till windows

Are all of a room;

And the table is laid,

And the table is bare,

And the ceiling reposes

On bottomless air.



I'll love you till Heaven

Rips the stars from his coat,

And the Moon rows away in

A glass-bottomed boat;

And Orion steps down

Like a diver below,

And Earth is ablaze,

And Ocean aglow.


So touch the air softly,

And swing the broom high.

We will dust the gray mountains,

And sweep the blue sky;

An I'll love you as long

As the furrow the plow,

As However is Ever,

And Ever is Now.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story



The minute I heard my first love story

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.


Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.

They're in each other all along.

Apache Song


Now you will feel no rain,

for each of you will be a shelter to the other.


Now you will feel no cold,

for each of you will be warmth to the other.


Now there is no loneliness for you;

now there is no more loneliness.


Now you are two bodies,

but there is only one life before you.


Go now to your dwelling place,

to enter into your days together.


And may your days be good

and long on the earth.

Ring Ceremony


Rings are an ancient symbol, blessed and simple.

Round like the sun, like the eye, like arms that embrace.

Circles, for love that is given comes back round again and again.

Therefore, may these symbols remind you that

your love, like the sun, shines;

that your love, like the eye, must see clearly;

and that your love, like arms that embrace, is a grace upon this world.