Oldfield  O my love being your songs to my door  And come and rest inside  While the snow is falling coloured through  The windy world outside the crystal window  And the snowy wind is breathing sounds  of icicles---melting in love.  O my love let your teats warm my hand  And shower your gentle kisses  Where the desert sands are running dry  And parched in summer burning heat and hunger  And the warm Indian sun is shedding  Pearl stones---melting in love.  O my love let your hands rest in my hair  As white birds in the forest making love upon the fingers of the trees  And in the wild woodland simmering  And the bodies of the trees are bursting sunflowers  Melting in love---melting in love.  O my love you're searching for your name  Beside the sea of dreams where shadows dance  And for your glance the sky would chance the granting  Of a dream to the restless soul that dwells within your heart  And your eyes are open windows to your mind  Your eyes are open windows to your mind