Bm G A Em

D E G C


Bm          G
Where I go, when i go there,
A              Bm
No more memory anymore-
Bm          G
Only men on distant ships,
A                                        Em
The women with them, swimming with them, to shore

Bm          G
Where I go, when I go there,
A                  Bm
No more whispering anymore-
Bm              G
Only hymns upon your lips;
A                                  Em
A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore

D       E
Touch me-just like that.
G                C
And that-oh, yeah-now, that's heaven.
D                 E
Now, that I like.
God that's so nice.
G                C
Now lower down, where the figs lie