Breath on breath of morning wind Stirs the curtain laces You may go to chase the sun Or vanish in it's changes I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies Yes i will be turning back my pages touch the earth and breathe the spring And walk along the river So if i have to see you go It doesn't seem to matter Maybe i will sing until the music has no edges To say i will be turning back my pages Breath on breath of morning wind stirs the curtain laces You may go to chase the sun Or vanish in it's changes I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies Yes i will be turning back my pages