[bad word] the evening of my days
The dark birds in the trees and in her garden
I think I'll be there somewhere too
The yarrow by my head where I have fallen

And she will lick her thinner thumb
And ringless finger too and douse a candle
And though she never gave a thing
The way she said my name, we'll be together

When [bad word]  she'll be there
Jasmine still in her hair
Her tea leaves dry by the sea

Many men behind her door
Have heard the [bad word] and longed to love her
And though she doesn't wait for me
We never ask the time when we're together

When [bad word]  she'll be there
Jasmine still in her hair
Her tea leaves dry by the sea