The weight of the sky
Marigolds, turn towards the sun
with dewdrops in their eyes
Lovers sit, moving inch by inch
closer in the night
(wordless chorus)
Mother's voice, father's arms
wrapped around me tight
meek and mild, woman's smile
it fills me with delight
winter's chill, water in the pail
hardened into ice
(wordless chorus)
When I am old, and lowly go
the simplest of things will carry me home
no ebon crows will fly above
in love we are all tangled up
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