David Longdon - Brambling lyrics

She will always be the first And so you will never forget She is a thorn to pierce Your tender heart And this wound that hurt you so Is the hurt you need to grow Cry Hungrily tasting her berry-stained lips You're planting your kisses right there Rise up before her now She holds you in her hands Brings you from pattern to blue In her you'll drown And this wound that hurt you so Is the hurt you need to grow Cry The thorn upon the rose The boy becomes a man Although she is the first He'll not be the last And this wound that hurt you so Is the hurt you need to grow