Secret heat of soil
      Lay you down, my Lord, lay you down
Hither from your daily toil
      Lay you down, my Lord, lay you down

Aching for your beaming touch
      I am here, my Lord, I am here
Gentle lips and such
      I am here, my Lord, I am here

Shake the roots with me
      Raise the sap, my Lord, raise the sap
Yearning limbs reach toward thee
      Raise the sap, my Lord, raise the sap

Bed of roses
Bed of fire
Light composes
Hearts conspire

Bed of lonely
Bed of wait
Wants You only
Fill and sate

Secret soil of lust
      Come you now, my Lord, come you now
Sweet embrace and thrust
      Come you now, my Lord, come you now