Oh I would walk with you
through the mulberry grass
’til our toes were painted blue
and your fingers brush my hand.
Sit me down by the tree
when our legs don’t want to stand.
You can strum, I will sing
in our new two person band.
But you don’t play that song,
not for me,
not anymore.
I wonder
what the music all was for.
Let’s just let the hours go
though the bird calls in the day.
Let me feel, with eyes still closed
that you’re mine and here to stay.
But you don’t spend you time,
not like that,
not anymore
I wonder
what the magic all was for