Once we stretched out so fair
My hand here, your mouth there
As the fog stepped around us
There was hay in your hair.
And the salt of our skin
Brined the clay there within
It was mine that would harden
And then cease to bend.
When my only trouble
When my only trouble
When my only trouble
Is you.
Now I stand at the wood
Where the wind bends the pines
And the place where you loved me
Wears the mark of our spines.
But when spring still shows
Brings the tulip and the rose
Well, then no one will pity
A girl in the throes.
When my only trouble…
Now I won't scorn the god
Who had thickened the fog,
He's the one that brings the thunder
When that's all I've got.
When my only trouble…