I intend to tend our ground
And let your arms grow around me
The tallest pine
The meekest dove
The driving heart
The mended glove
The days turn to years
The years break the bow
But it doesn't matter anyhow
Withstand the diamonds that cut our feet
The folds we'll iron in our sleep
The gentle giant
The sharpened sword
The ocean map
The healing word
The days turn to years
The years break the bow
But it doesn't matter
The days turn to years
The years break the bow
But it doesn't matter
It's doesn't matter anyhow