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