True Rock

If in a keen-edged wrath
the mother casts off the babe,
what can it do but cry for the mother’s love?
I am like that babe.

True Rock is a-burnin’ in my heart.
All of your love is all that I got.
What can I say, what can I do?
True Rock is a-burnin’, burnin’ for you.

On the tossing sea the bird leaves the mast of the ship,
he flies to all sides, no shore is visible,
and he returns to the mast.
I am like that bird.

True Rock is a-burnin’ in my heart.
All of your love is all that I got.
What can I say, what can I do?
True Rock is a-burnin’, burnin’ for you.

Let fire assail with heat the flower,
it will blossom to none, but the sun.
My heart can be melted by nothing but your revealing beauty.
I am like that flower.

True Rock is a-burnin’ in my heart.
All of your love is all that I got.
What can I say, what can I do?
True Rock is a-burnin’, burnin’ for you.

The rain may forget the field,
but the field longs for its coming.
What care I whether you heal me or not,
my heart shall ever be yours.
I am like that field.

True Rock is a-burnin’ in my heart.
All of your love is all that I got.
What can I say, what can I do?
True Rock is a-burnin’, burnin’ for you.

The rivers course down through many lands.
They yield themselves to the sea,
they will never turn back.
Even so I am drawn to you.
I am like those rivers.

True Rock is a-burnin’ in my heart.
All of your love is all that I got.
What can I say, what can I do?
True Rock is a-burnin’, burnin’ for you.

May your dream inflict on me hopes for endless tomorrows.
Forever my love for you will be,
forever enjoying your sweet dream.
I am like that tomorrow.

True Rock is a-burnin’ in my heart.
All of your love is all that I got.
What can I say, what can I do?
True Rock is a-burnin’, burnin’ for you.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany