Maid of Sker

We could walk for an hour or so Until we touched upon the shore We call our own We had this vision of happiness It can't be found Touch me, touch me We have this love that others call ideal I'm happy now It could be poison, it could be sheer gold I don't know, not at all Touch me, touch me I can't wait - oh oh It could be poison, it could be sheer gold I don't know, not at all Darling I can't wait Touch me, touch me