As we walk down the path in the geoluread sun
Cinnabar stones pass one after one
Like Jove's face painted at triumph won
I do not know, I do not know
At the sunset, sea turns crimson like fire
And the clouds beam gilt as the fates' wire
Gleaming like Beowulf's funeral pyre
I do not know, I do not know
I do not know
A turn of phrase to paint the picture I see
When the dog star comes I don't know
A cure for parching of my head and my knee
Greeks may not see blue but I see you
In the tekhelet night, shining bickeringly
Liquid sky lights over wine-dark sea
And I'm so glad that you're walking with me
I do not know, I do not know
In the land of purple the hyacinths bloom
Rose-madder fingers break the gloom
Geoluread day is returning soon
But I don't know, no I don't know
No I don't know
A turn of phrase to paint the picture I see
When I'm with my love I don't know
A name to give the colors laid before me
Greeks may not see blue but I see you