Willow Mae - Lily of the valley (live)

A song for men and women, for lovers all over the world. We, women, are roses of Sharon, we are Lilies of the valley. We are worthy of love and admiration. We are beautiful. The hard thing about it is that we often don't believe in this truth about ourselves. We search for love outside of ourselves. Outside of the source of love. We outsource the believe in our beauty to the media, to our lovers... Love between people is beautiful. But it's also vulnerable to love someone and to let someone love you. To put someone in this special position that he is the Appletree, not a normal tree, an Apple tree. And that she is the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley, beautiful but delicate flowers. The song is about trust. A trust that love will come. And that when she comes, she will hold you. And because of the fact that she will hold you, you better don't stir her nor awake her before she wants to.   Inspiration: Song of Songs 2:1-7 "Daughters of the world, let us hear these couple of words. Don't stir her nor awake my love." ⚘ FOLLOW WILLOW MAE ⚘ Faceook: www.facebook.com/willowmaemusicNL Twitter: www.twitter.com/willowmae Instagram: www.instagram.com/willowmaemusic ⚘ www.willowmaemusic.com ⚘ Lyrics: Lily of the valley I am the rose of Sharon the lily of the valleys as the lily among thorns is my love among the daughters as the apple tree among the trees of the woods is my beloved among the sons I longed to sit in his shade and his fruit was sweet to my taste He brings me in the wine house the only thing I see is his love I am the rose of Sharon the lily of the valleys as the lily among thorns is my love among the daughters as the apple tree among the trees of the woods is my beloved among the sons Stay me with raisins comfort me with apples for I'm sick, sick of love His left hand is under my head and his right arm holds me so tight Stay me with raisins comfort me with apples for I'm sick, sick of love His left hand is under my head and his right arm holds me so tight Daughters of the world let us hear these couple of words don't stir him nor awake my love I am the rose of Sharon I am the rose of Sharon Stay me with raisins comfort me with apples for I'm sick, sick of love His left hand is under my head and his right arm holds me so tight Stay me with raisins comfort me with apples for I'm sick, sick of love His left hand is under my head and his right arm holds me so tight