Calling through the pines Trembling on the vine Breathing down your skin Only fools rush in Foolish by and by Falling from the sky Oh, lover bury me Under lock and key Come whatever will Conjured in the still Coursing through my veins Chances waxed and waned Love, don't leave me cold Lonely, growing old Letters in my hands Writing in the sand Go down now, love - what do you say? Whisper through the trees Whistle in the breeze Breathing down your skin Only fools rush in