Lying back on summer-green grass,
gazing up at Heaven.
Stars are brighter than ever,
Night is blacker than velvet.
Heat lightning flashes in a distance far,
far away for now, no threat now, no harm.
For now I am warm--golden warm.
Warmed by love and wine
and the thought of you--asleep at my side,
though sharp is the wind;
it howls and keens!
Come storm and do your worse!
I am golden.
I am warm.