My love you move and the whole garden moves
With the blood and the cross and the lamb
And boys be boys,girls be girls
But honey let me be your man
Do you live in the sand of a snow-colored land
Where the ghosts of  your grandparents blow
Where the houses roll like barber poles
To the hills where it's always ten-below
When I dream I'm awake with your kids on the lake
And the leaves that the summer has outgrown
The clotheslines fail like a lost breadcrumb trail
Think of me and these letters made of bone
Am I cursed I want blessed with your head on my breast
And my mind on the slightest thing you do
My highway home ain't made of stone
But of tears and a second glance from you
My love you move and the whole garden moves
With the blood and the cross and the lamb
With the blood and the cross and the lamb