forests and flowers

girl:

if you are tender and do me love
pick me flowers in the springtime
and if you are strong and to me true
sing me songs on cool summer nights
and if you long for cuddles and kisses
cut me wood to feed our hearth
and shelter from the snow outside
and if you love me as I do you
speak no more of it
just take my hand
and walk forth with pride

yet off you go, forlorn fool
to cut down forests in your waste
off you go, foolish Romeo
hiring orchestras
to play to your symphonic taste
away you roam, my dear young boy
razing fields of flowers
where even the bees retreat in haste
when all I want, my dear poor fool
is one small flower
and a little song
and nothing but a promise
that you will never do me wrong.


boy:

if I am brutish and somewhat crude
forgive me this transgession
for I seek nothing but for you
and am wholly at the mercy
of your discretion
and if I thunder and bring forth a storm
mock me not as you do
for I am nought but shallow
beneath these flushing cheeks
I am nought but hollow
beyond these words I speak
and yet, though I be empty
my heart it does pound
here, on the surface
in front of your eyes now
you cannot deny this love I feel
not even with your sighs
I will cut down all the forests
and seek for all the flowers
for you these are but small
so do not ask for less than this
my heart cannot be wrong

together:

now come sweet love, let's take this land
and let our differences stand
if one may come to wither
the other will be at hand
and so we shall both bend and meet
eternal in this wedding band
and with this vow I share with you
those forests and flowers
once more we shall plant.