True Love Angelic Milk

Here I am waiting For my true love to come When the storm s melting To have rest in my arms Under my windows White flowers grow Through the rhye meadow He ll come I know What if he comes here With gun in his hands I will have no fear As I never had I will fall deeply Into his caress Then he ll be sleeping Upon my chest Promise I ll be waiting But if he comes too late Remember me but forget about my fate