Once we stretched out so fair My hand here, your mouth there As the fog stopped 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 marks 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 When my only trouble When my only trouble Is you
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 When my only trouble When my only trouble Is you
