[00:14.60]Sunday morning, she's still asleep and breathing soft
[00:23.09]Awoken by the kettle whistle
[00:30.83]Send from the distant moss-hung keep to the drowsy croft
[00:40.23]A prayer my flower won't become her thistle
[00:48.22]As I train my fingers to the steel to bring us luck
[00:57.77]And now she's found my weakness
[01:01.68]She's in my heart and in my dreams and in my waking up
[01:09.57]She's in the clay and the landscape
[01:12.60]Drawing on my coffee cup
[01:14.83]
[01:29.01]Bleary-eyed, the dawn birds sing their songs of love
[01:36.95]Looking for someone to hold them
[01:45.79]Free from all our aimless thoughts they fly above
[01:53.85]Like us just doing as Mother told them
[01:57.70]
[02:02.19]In leaving footprints in the lawn
[02:06.39]When the dew drops freeze
[02:11.69]While the world keeps spinning
[02:14.47]She's in the keen touch of the frost
[02:19.18]And the wind that moves the trees
[02:23.38]She's in the smoke from the bonfire
[02:26.61]Burning up the autumn leaves
[02:29.20]
[03:05.30]I numb my fingers in the steam
[03:09.08]Watch the dog run away
[03:13.99]From safe behind my window
[03:17.38]I think up rhyme to keep us calm and fill the day
[03:26.13]Now she's in each vowel
[03:28.25]And consonant of every word I say