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…