Out in the briars the thistle and thorn Bursting with berry the colours adorned Every limb that shot from the soil I found you in the colour of it all The winter had stolen the warmth from the air But in by the fire the heat killed despair Every note from tales true and tall I found you in the colours of it all O my lover lay back down I see the colours rising when you're around Out in the orchard the apples had grown The red blushing flesh from the seeds that you'd sewn Then in an instant the wild fruit did fall I found you in the colour of it all If I were the briar the thistle or thorn Bursting with berry, shot through the soil Would you see me at all I found you in the colour of it all O my lover lay back down I see the colours rising when you're around