Soft rhythms cover me;
Soft buckskin next to my feet.
Oh, long hair of brown tumblin' down. 
Musical thought without sound.
Strong magical lines over the land... 
Strange mystical lines on her hands.
Twin Gemini, split in two; 
Half is for me, half for you.
Gemini childe...

Gemini childe---woman grown,
Lost in a world not her own.
My midnight friend, split in two;
Half is for me, half for you.
Gemini childe
Gemini childe