Oh, my lady, she runs To the ends of the earth In search of her worth In search of her worth Oh, my woman, she cries What lays here inside Must not be be denied Shall not be denied The eyes of a fool Hide only the sun And the light from an incoming day The eyes of the wise One looks over the dead And sees what is said as a play Sing with an ongoing sound Of a wisdom that's found That's waiting to speak That's wanting to speak Oh, sweet lady of mine That life has refined Expressing the truth and the love Expressing the truth and the love