Oh, my lady, she runs   To the ends of the earth   In the search of her worth   In the 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