Joe Byrd & The Field Hippies moonsong pelog

Come down, baby,
Come down easy
Onto your lady's satin pillow.
Come fly, angel,
Come fly gentle
Over your lady's heathered meadow.
Come in, lover,
Come in softly,
Into your lady's warm and louvered chamber.
Come fly with me.
Come fly with me.
Come die with me.
Come die with me.
Come die with me.
Come die with me.