One apple, one palm fruit, thirty pounds stewed dog root
Three children play loudly along a sound valley
Want you to be mine, knowing it's not fine, no it's not right
Now is not the timeone thing my eyes say when they gaze
Upon your gaze upon your light

Let it be right
Let it be right all around me people seem so, they seem so happy
How can they be happy, when they know you aren't with me if you could only see the way
I, the way I dance when I'm aloneyou would marry me certainly nowthere's no doubting, no
With all the troubles this world has going take me in your row
Boat till the sun's not glowing and when the world aint turning I can be your sweet delight