That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
Stepping out from the wooden shed
Before me’s the garden (and then the house)
There's every shade, from deepest red...
A surly sod never content
Well almost never sad to say
Not that strife is his intent...
