Lyrics

I'll pack a blanket, a handwoven basket Of red roses and wine Rest with me here on this bed made of grass And I'll know, know that you're mine In the cool of the evening the sound of your breathing Seems all that you dare need to say With incense and flowers, the minutes and hours Like fluttering leaves slip away The sky turns from blue to an orange to black With the slow passage of time We ought to be home, but you know that I'm yours And I know, know that you're mine We will look to the skies with our twinkling eyes And we'll write out our names in the stars Though it's dark here on land, when we're both holding hands All the lights up above will be ours