Love song, recorded live at the Bookbinders Open Mic 5th April 2008
Story behind the song
A lightly salted non-modern message served on a bed of romance.
Lyrics
de[C]sire is in my fond em[Am]brace
this evening I re[F]trace
the springtime and the [G]dawning chorus
[C]Find it in your heart to [Am]see
the thieves are you and [F]me
we're stealing back what's [G]ours forever
[Dm]Here, let's stake a claim for [G]gold
Each day it seems we're [C]told,
it's a bad thing to get [E]old but i'm still [C]growing
and with water from your [Am]well
the spring will see us dwell
in the now that is the spell of our
de[C]sire is in my waking hours
the breeze that rocks the towers
of trees that say believe in nature
wind your song around my heart
the winter left a scar
and there's no shame to bear it
[Dm]Here, let's stake a claim for [G]gold
Each day it seems we're [C]told,
it's a bad thing to get [E]old but i'm still [C]growing
and with water from your [Am]well
the spring will see us [F]dwell
in the now that is the [G]spell of our desire