Love is a tanglewood tree
In a bower of green
In a forest at dawn
Fair while the mockingbird sings
But she soon lifts her wings
And the music is gone
Young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide
When the red summer poppies bloom
But love is a trackless domain
And the rumour of rain
In the late afternoon
Love is an old root that creeps
Through the meadows of sleep
When the long shadows cast
Thin as a vagrant young vine
It encircles and twines
And it holds the heart fast
Catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes
And the moon in their tousled hair
But love is a light in the sky (love... the sky)
And an unspoken lie (a lie)
An' a half-whispered prayer
I'm walking down a bone-dry river but the cool mirage runs true
I'm banking on the fables of the far, far better things we do
I'm living for the day of reckoning, counting down the hours
I yearn away
I burn away
I turn away the fairest flower of love
'Cause darling
Love is a garden of thorns
(Love's garden of thorns, how it grows)
And a crow in the corn
(Black crow in the corn hummin' low)
And the break growing wild
(Break nettle so pretty and wild)
(And thistles surround the edge of the)
Cold, when the summer is spent
(Cold dark hour as the sun goes away)
In the jayheart's lament
(Lamenting the lost summer's day)
The faith of a child
(Who nurtures the faith of a child)
When nothing remains to cover her eyes?
My body has a number and my face has a name
And each day looks the same to me (each hour like each hour before)
But love is a voice on the wind (this longing is a voice on the wind)
And the wages of sin (she cultivates the wages of sin)
And a tanglewood tree