Adored

If love was born in that fine April sky
 [bad word] unheeding when the sun was high
 And slept as the moon sleeps through the autumn nights
 While clear steady stars burn in their heights
 If love so lived and ran and slept and woke again
 And ran in beauty when each morning broke
 
 Give me a sign
 Give me a day tomorrow
 So I can relive it with you
 Give me a sign
 Give me a dream to hold onto
 So I can hope this ends good
 
 In those old days I were called beautiful
 But you have worn the beauty from my face
 The flower like bloom has withered on my cheek
 With the harsh years and the fire in my eyes
 And the fire in my eyes
 
 Never be adored
 We will never be adored