love is a tired symphony
you hum when you’re awake
and love is a crying baby
mama warned you not to shake
and love’s the best sensation
hiding in the lion’s mane

so I’ll clear the road, the gravel
and the thorn-bush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that I’ll drip into your bath
the water’s there to warm you
and the earth is warmer when you laugh

and love is the scene i render
when you catch me wide awake
and love is the dream you enter
though i shake and shake and shake you
and love’s the best endeavor
waiting in the lion’s mane

Love is a tired symphony you hum when you’re awake,
and, love is a crying baby Mama warned you not to shake.

And love’s the best sensation hiding in the lion’s mane.

So I’ll clear the road, the gravel, and the thornbush in your path; burn a scented oil that I’ll drip into your bath.

The water’s there to warm you, and the earth is warmer when you laugh.

And love is the scene I render when you catch me wide awake,
and, love is the dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you.

And love is the best endeavor waiting in the lion’s mane.

Found a photo of you when we were married
Leaning back on a broken willow tree
That’s one memory that I choose to carry
A weary memory I can always see