Marmalade

All I want is brick house with a porch that wraps around All I want is land enough for my children to run In the highest pitch of grace The end of trial and gratitude It was for you that all others I did forsake For you all others I would forsake How could it have been so often That we did speak of purpose and of having Dreamt his body with his back to the lake Certain depths I cannot place Walk and talk fine through all of the days But still I'd miss the words you’d say Past the point now of trusting that to change I've just learned to live around it And still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly rest at all So from where does energy come? Meet me by the fire door Of happiness, I don’t ask more She is who I cut root vegetables beside With you present in my mind And it is with them that we spend our nights Laughter that tides us through the rest I liked it best when the morning had not left And wake was not yet in your eyes High, high, high, low, low, low I would have seen you through both Sunshine Marmalade