I love these
Nights that I spend with you
When the morning is waiting behind a moment
And we laugh and
Wipe our eyes and
It's easy to forget tomorrow
We are like two children again
Who at the time
Half by chance went
Walking along the same road
And you take me to the window
And you say" I guess we are like those"
Two old weather beaten trees
That look in the spring and stand separately,
They hold up against any wind or weather
Two old trees, though you can't see it
Are looking in the spring and standing separately
And somewhere beneath the ground
They have entwined all this time their their roots together
Two brave and young
That are sure of their power
Have grown towards the top of the sky
Maybe years and winters with their chills
Have scraped the rind
A little thinner
How have those two children
Changed along the way
I guess it's a miracle just now
We got here
And you take me to the window
And you say: " we are like those"
Two old weather beaten trees
That look in the spring and stand separately,
They hold up against any wind or weather
Two old trees, though you can't see it
Are looking in the spring and standing separately
And somewhere beneath the ground
They have entwined all this time their their roots together
Two old weather beaten trees
That look in the spring and stand separately,
They hold up against any wind or weather
Two old trees, though you can't see it
Are looking in the spring and standing separately
And somewhere beneath the ground
They have entwined all this time their their roots together