Phil Collins

lady of the forest, take me to the river
pluck me from my warm nest, down to the river
baby of the water, I long for my mother's arms
angel of disorder, I long for a lover's charms
send my voice into the heavens and my heart into the black earth
but I'll not forfeit all my love 'cause I know you're up above somewhere
curse me with your brimstone, curse me with your fire
it's not a book, it's not a throne, it is you whom I require
oh the torture and the pain, and the sight of you standing there
but I'll not forfeit all my love 'cause I know you're up above somewhere
heathen child of fire, conquer my desire
be the word out on the streets, be the words that I admire
be the song down from the heavens and the rumble of the black earth
but I'll not forfeit all my love 'cause I know you're up above somewhere