The beauty of the forest,
To give up her trees.
Wonder, of Carpenters hands,
That creates with such ease.
The cutting, the carving,
The joining of the joints.
To make a seat, that swings for two,
In beauty of summer nights.

The seat that snugly fits us,
When we are joined as one.
The swinging and our motions,
Made under Lovers sun.
Long hair and full tanned bodies,
I turn my back to you.
You grasp my breast's like Goddess,
You're my Neptune, true and true.

When the moon, He starts to rise,
I turn round, see stars in your eyes.
You gently take me by the hand,
And lead me to another land.
We leave our swinging seat behind,
And closing door, there's more in mind.
You lay me on a bed of flowers,
There,
We make love for hours and hours.