Phil Collins

Lady of the forest,

take me to the river

pluck me from my warm nest,

down to the river

baby of the water,

I long for my mother's arms

angel of disorder,

I long for a lover's charms

Send my voice into the heavens

and my heart into the black earth

but I'll not forfeit all my love

cause I know you're up above somewhere

curse me with your brimstone,

curse me with your fire

it's not a book, it's not a throne,

it is you whom I require

oh the torture and the pain,

and the sight of you standing there

but I'll not forfeit all my love

'cause I know you're up above somewhere

Heathen child of fire,

conquer my desire

be the word out on the streets,

be the words that I admire

be the song down from the heavens

and the rumble of the black earth

but I'l not forfeit all my love

'cause I know you''re up above somewhere