Would you have me be your lover In a house in Hydra, far From the city life that smothers And the lonely neon bars? Would you have me walk the path of Granite rock and purple thistle? Can't sing in tune with angels Can't smooth the grit and gristle
Oh to be what others are to me Warm as blacktop Fierce as the Baltic sea Thoughtful as a cricket in a field Kind as mothers Whose love never yields
Would you have us be companions Full of song like whippoorwills? Would you crown me as your champion Cresting over sandy hills? We are more than lens-flare visions On rolls of film from summer We're the sum of our decisions Not pawns, not fools, or numbers
Oh to be what others are to me Warm as blacktop Fierce as the Baltic sea Thoughtful as a cricket in a field Kind as mothers Whose love never yields
Take my hand I'll take your hand Take my hand I'll take your hand
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