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Coarse day comes, as always,
with a silver light
as the dry heat of the summer
burns a hole in the pines
And we've come down to the water
as we've come down to the wire
and we will build us a fire
In the rocky bends
in the smoky ends
in the bold, red echo of the moon
And I promise, if we get lost
I will hum and
I will comfort you

So you can tell your parents
how I love your yellow eyes
like the copper in the river,
like the gold dust in the desert
like the fur of the sage grass
in the prairie
And when we get lost,
when we get lost
in the badlands
In those purple fields
in that wide, golden
locket of the land

I promise, if we get old
I will hold
your wicker willow hands
I promise, if we get old
I will hold
your wicker willow hands