The lights were bright
The times were rough
The nights were gay
I hope the blankets are enough
It was up to us to guess
It was up to hope to rescue us
Whether there was rain and robbery
Whether there was pain and prayer
Whether there was ache and acrimony
We couldn't tell properly
You came to my life
To stir my true innocence
My love was disturbed
Like rain on sleeping buds
Laying on a bed of flowers
You were right next to me
To me help me treasure
The flowers opened up
To tremors of your heart
Without measure in vast repose
Of land half composed and disposed
To our creator, unperturbed