My eyes are rain    When they behold thee   And my breath is death    When my lips caress thee      You are not my enemy   I will make my bed up for thee   You are not my enemy   I will make my bed up for thee      There is a ghost in my hallway   A voice of mourning   You marked my body with the star of God   To love is to marry      You are not my enemy   I will make my bed up for thee   You are not my enemy   I will make my bed up for thee      When you come in my room   There will be laughing   Lady of all my adoring   You will be my homecoming      You are not my enemy   I will make my bed up for thee   You are not my enemy   I will make my bed up for thee