Teksty: Leonard Cohen. Our Lady of Solitude.

All summer long she touched me

She gathered in my soul

From many a thorn, from many thickets

Her fingers, like a weavers

Quick and cool

And the light came from her body

And the night went through her grace

All summer long she touched me

And I knew her, I knew her

Face to face

And her dress was blue and silver

And her words were few and small

She is the vessel of the whole wide world

Mistress, oh mistress, of us all

Dearly dead; queen of solitude

I thank you with my heart

For keeping me so close to thee

While so many, oh so many, stood apart

And the light came from her body

And the night went through her grace

All summer long she touched me

I knew her, I knew her

Face to face