Elemental Child - Marc Bolan, T. Rex

Torch girl of the marshes

Her kiss is a whip of the moon

Dawn’s damsels are dancing

To the hum of her sunny young tune

Gems hemmed in the heart’s head

The shield of the rivers is hers

She one told me to think white

And the night disappeared like a bird

Hold the glove of gold behind you

Love the glove of Truth.