Every night he'd come to me   I'd cook for him, I'd pour his tea   I was in my thirties then   Had made some money, lived with men      We'd lay us down to give and get   Beneath the white mosquito net   And since no counting had begun   We lived a thousand years in one      The candles burned   The moon went down   The polished hill   The milky town   Transparent, weightless, luminous   Uncovering the two of us   On that fundamental ground   Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound   And half the perfect world is found      The candles burned   The moon went down   The polished hill   The milky town   Transparent, weightless, luminous   Uncovering the two of us   On that fundamental ground   Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound   And half the perfect world is found