Maid Of Sker

We could walk for an hour or so
Until we touched upon the shore
We call our own
We had this vision of happiness
It can't be found

Touch me
Touch me

We have this love that others call ideal
I'm happy now
It could be poison, it could be sheer gold
I don't know
Not at all

Touch me
Touch me
Huh

I can't wait
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh no

It could be poison, it could be sheer gold
I don't know
Not at all

Darling I can't wait

Touch me
Touch me