Rapture Songtext
von Judy Henske & Jerry Yester

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 o'er us rolling


Pilots beware
the perilous air
streaming under your wings
She will betray you as she sings

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 peer
In the perfect stillness she is near

Her voice in the hot blood comes roaring
in rapture you die
diving and soaring