We're by the sea,
we're down by the sea,
we're in the sea,
but where are the boats?
We're in the sea,
we're down by the sea,
but where are the boats?
By the sea,
by the sea...
Two old men on the path,
Susan at her bath,
Servants pouring water,
and I the hidden watcher,
A woman made for love,
a painter had dreamt of,
But not his picture in the gloom,
hung in the Rubens' room.
Foam whitens her skin,
fingers move unseen,
Sketching curves I guess,
under the water's caress,
A woman made for love,
a painter had
dreamt of,
But not his picture in the gloom,
hung in the Rubens' room.
Is there any
place on earth that never,
never has any sun?
Is there any
place on earth that never,
never has any sun?
A
bride's maiden in the young,
at a French king's coronation,
Fresh roses on her breast,
waiting to be undressed,
A woman made for love,
a painter had dreamt of,
But not his picture in the gloom,
hung in the Rubens' room.
But not his picture in the gloom,
hung in the Rubens' room.