The Lovin' Spoonful - Rapture

Divers asleep Dream of the deep Closing over their heads Lost comrades gather by their beds "Her voice in the drowned bells was tolling In rapture we died Waves oer us rolling" Pilots beware the perilous air Streaming under your wings Her voice in the hot sun is calling In rapture you die Flying and falling Lovers who lie beneath the night sky neither speak nor hear in the perfect stillness She is near Her voice in the hearts blood comes roaring In rapture they die Diving and soaring