Your Names

I once met a farmer, Who showed me the plains. “What is this beauty?” And he told me her name. I once met a shaman, He lived in forests of rain. “What is this beauty?” And he told me her name. I once met a sailor, Who showed me the waves. “What is this beauty?” And he told me her name. So when I met you, I was struck by your face. “Who are you?” And you told me your name.