Maid of sker

We could walk for an hour or so
Until we touched upon the shore
We call our own
We had this vision of happiness, it can't be found
Touch me, touch me
We have this love that others call ideal
I'm happy now
It could be poison, it could be sheer gold
I don't know, not at all
Touch me, touch me
I can't wait - oh oh
It could be poison, it could be sheer gold
I don't know, not at all
Darling I can't wait
Touch me, touch me