Jewel - Poem Song - Текст песни

I like to call you my wild horse
   (And feed you silver sage ?)
   I'd like to paint my poems with
   desert tongued clay across her back
   And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind
   Through green and wild Kentucky

   I'd like to make you my secret song
   Blaze and dark and red in the orchards
   And I would steal away to watch the way
   Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me

   I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
   My lover in the oceans of the world
   I'd make you... of children
   And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
   I'd make you my hungry valley
   And sow your golden fields and wheats my own

   If I were a painter
   I would paint you with this note
   Silver traces on your skin
   And if I were a writer
   I would write these words on your back
   In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?) 

   I'd make you my secret song
   Blazing in the orchard
   And I would steal away
   To watch the way your silver belly
   Bends and bows beneath me

   I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
   Make you my lover in the oceans of the world
   I'd make you my calico children
   And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
   I'd be your hungry valley
   And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own

   If I were a writer
   I would make you my wild horse
   I'd paint you silver sage and 
   Ride you savagely through green wild country

   (???) Swedish verses

   And you are the rose on my alter
   I worship you eternally in flight
   Like the wave ?

   I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs
   And watch them....?
   For your hair is the rain
   And it soaks across the continents of my skin
   These hands that worship you so completely

   You see this woman standing before you
   Naked and seared, true of intent,
   I don't need you
   I want you near

   For you are my love
   You are my flower of the sun
   You are my lover for all time
   You wake in the morning
   For your sun(flowers?)
   You wake in the morning
   With your kiss

   I'll be your hungry valley
   And sow your golden fields of wheat...?

   And you are the rose on my alter
   I worship you eternally in flight
   Like the wave ?

   You be my calico children
   I'll scatter you across my green memories of home