I'll make a book of songs for my Anne Marie
With every good beginning and every grateful end
And every grateful end to close upon a world of good
My arms to close upon a world of good
As nature's best pretense as her sweetest lie
That branch's furthest bud to reach a winter sky
To reach a winter sky and close upon a world of good
My arms to close upon a world of good
A garden gate of arms for a fertile field
I'll find a man to hold you as a fountain sealed
As a fountain sealed and close upon a world of good
My arms to close upon a world of good
As sunlight comes to sorry stone
So come, my love
And take this sorriest stone of all
To find a grateful place
That warm and sunlit wall
My arms to close upon a world of good
My arms to close upon a world of good