you wear your honeysuckle rose
picked form a field where we eloped
on your straw hat, blue and elegant
while your new sewn dress looks good

but its hem is collecting briars
what a mess these fields unknown
but with you nothing is really new
and that fact is clearly shown

I know we've been here long ago
I've dreamt of this some time before
during nights so dark and old
which God in mercy brought to my shore

And a light rain starts to fall
the rainbow says it's almost gone
you turn your face towards the sky
your lips are now no longer dry
the cool rain washes over us
we kiss and hold each other tight
the day will dark when leaves the light
but this time we've spent feels so right

it's a new time
in an old rhyme
I wonder what is real
and what is half believed
but I let these questions go
when I'm with you
no love is old

yes you know, we're one not two.
and I love honeysuckle you.