Threads of love

You sit with your hair flowing boundlessly My soul drifts amid the magical river stream Long strands so gentle, long strands so gentle Countless small waves softly caress The river's waves are tender, let me be Intoxicated by the fragrance along the banks Oh soft hair, fragile hair Which strand weaves the thread of love between us? Did heaven let hair fall behind? For men to tie secret knots of sorrow Each time you reach to smooth it Do you feel it tangling a bit of my wandering soul? You sit with hair flowing through eternity For a thousand years I etched the image of your hair Which hair turns silver, which fades? Only that hair endures long and silky The river's waves are tender, let me be Intoxicated by the fragrance along the banks Oh soft hair, fragile hair Which strand weaves the thread of love between us? Did heaven let hair fall behind? For men to tie secret knots of sorrow Each time you reach to smooth it Do you feel it tangling a bit of my wandering soul? You sit with hair flowing through eternity For a thousand years I etched the image of your hair Which hair turns silver, which fades? Only that hair endures long and silky Which hair turns silver, which fades? Only that hair endures long and silky