Trumpeter Swan

<br>will you wipe the flour from your hands<br>and look this way?<br>perfect<br>now hold your apron by your side<br>perfect<br>no, no...your hair`s just fine<br>perfect<br>will you let me paint you?<br>I`ll take such pride<br>many sorrows, many ways life could be kinder<br>but you laugh a lot - life is still a surprise<br>meeting you and greeting you is always an armful<br>"oceans of love" crinkling in your eyes <br><br>neck white and eager<br>my Trumpeter Swan<br>gliding through the ferns the fronds<br>we feel your love<br>oh Trumpeter Swan<br>oh love on <br><br>now I see you kneeling amidst the fiddle-heads<br>and ferns at the side of the pond<br>weaving 13 magic flaxen shirts<br>for 13 brother swans<br>and never once in your sweet thoughts<br>do you ever think maybe you might fail<br>in your unknowing way your love is strong<br>me - I fear the 13 brother swans are going<br>me - I curse them when they`ve gone<br>but you will never know for we will rearrange<br>the ferns and fronds to re-surround you<br>the devil makes us see more<br>and you don`t see more<br>but somehow you go beyond <br><br>neck white and eager<br>my Trumpeter Swan<br>gliding through the ferns the fronds<br>we feel your love<br>oh Trumpeter Swan<br>oh love on <br><br>when I think of you I think of Christmas<br>of oranges and mangers on the mantelpiece<br>of red and greens and velvets<br>of stars that twinkle on the Christmas tree<br>I don`t know if trumpeter swans are immortal<br>but if ever from this beautiful pond you should fly<br>the reason would be...the reason would be<br>you were loved too much by them by I <br><br>neck white and eager<br>my Trumpeter Swan<br>gliding through the ferns the fronds<br>we feel your love<br>oh Trumpeter Swan<br>oh love on