Sometimes when I Get To T - Buffy Sainte-Marie

Sometimes I recall what others have said

Love is for lovers in love and full grown

Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead

And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown

Sometimes when I get to thinkin' about you

And all the things that we’ve never said to each other

It seems such a shame to go blue

When there’s so many years to lie silent and dead

I know you know all about life

You know I know nothing at all

Still, why should I know daily strife

When the touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small?

Time brings us trouble as days come and go

I know you know I’ll understand

Could you, would you suffer?

Oh-oh

And a blink of your eye and I’m at your command

Think of the years before we were a pair

Years lived apart, we spent learning to farm

Sowing, growing and learning to care for ourselves

And preparing for each other’s arms

Love is a flower, blooms when we’re too young

Pluck it, it’s gone, tend it, it grows

We’ve been tending since the first sprout was sprung

To the most patient farmer, the best harvest boys