The wind, do you wonder?
Just where it blows, just when it blows?
The tree, it is standing
A sacred monument, but it will fall
I take your hand in mine
The river, it wanders
It twists and turns, it flows away
The woman, she is crying
She weeps for me, she weeps alone
I need your arms in mine
I feel a need for release
And I feel you all letting me down
And I need a bit of help
And I need a lot from you
The fields, they are dying
Do they need more rain, more sun, more love from
Me, I am hurting
I fear for love, I fear you'll anger me
I hold you in my bed
I feel a need for release
And I feel you all letting me down
And I need a bit of help
And I need a lot from you
Will you leave me the keys
Will you leave me alone again
Will you stay a while
I swim alone
And I need to feed on you
Just for a little while
It's real love...
It's real love...
It's real love...
Shawn Campbell
©1997