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Last night I dreamed
We'd found a stand of trees
Framing a pond
And a field in between
And with a hammer and a blade
And our four hands, here's what we made
The logs we peeled
And stacked in a ring
And then we crowned it
Our tiny house, with tin
And by the fire, flickering bronze and gold across your face
I heard you say
It may not be a grand parade of snow-capped peaks (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
No river silver-backed crashing through (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
But we have our black-haired babes, running free through the woods
Ooh, ooh
Squirrels in the rafters, wrens in the eaves
Red dirt 'neath our nails, orange stains on our knees
Blackberries in June, down the path without our shoes
It may not be a grand parade of snow-capped peaks (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
No river silver-backed crashing through (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
But we have our black-haired babes, running free through the woods
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
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