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