This could have been you and I
You and I nursing our wounds of love
Thence a great wreck awaits ashore
If we had started a journey with nothing assured
This could have been our great little ship
Blown away by just a mighty gentle breeze
Like thus which gladens the trees
This could have been us living in mistrust
Of what is wrong and who is first
I stayed aloof of thoughts which haunts
My emotional being it could likely distort
Thoughts of a great wreck at the big open sea

Yes I love, but if you tear
I'll live for good, I swear
You swear?
I think you dare

Your pompous self reveals only now
I see how
Mr Giver love to help the low
Ah, I see how

Your friendship currency flow
To grace the feeble hand so
Now you swear
No, no my dear

Friendship's more, I fear
And again I beg no care
Never think you favour my fare
For we both count, we are a pair

Your stay gladens me, likewise mine
Needs no shoulder raised, better sign
Cos man even how fine
Be a stead to cover fine
So, no more, no swears