So many gifts to bestow unto me
they're all hidden
under a secret tree
never uncovered
until the next time
my true love
sends a gift to me
Until the next time
my true love
sends a gift to me
will it be silver
or gold
will it be diamonds
or coals
Oh what will my love send to me
will it be rubies
or dust
will it be copper
or rust
Oh what will my love send to me
will it be crystals
or plums
will it be secrets
or drums
Oh what will my love send to me
will it be ergot
or lyme
will it be ribbons
or thyme
Oh what will my love send to me
will it be able
or kind
will it be whiskey
or wine
will it be petals
or brine
will it be woolen
or twine
Oh what will my true love send to me
10 comments:
its a song, and you can add to it.
it is so pretty, yet some of the gifts and their contrasts give it that melancholic edge.
awesome!
Very nice, I was thinking what a great song! you wrote it?
i did.
cool, cool. i agree with cara. i like the contrasts.
it's like: what will i get for xmas this year?
a pony?
or a lump of coal?
what will i get you for xmas this year
a trap?
or the bait?
...or 200 traps!?!?
or a mouse
in a trap
with the bait in its mouth
i think every "poem" i write seems to be just that-- the mouse, in the trap, with the bait in its mouth.
heh heh.
man, that's terrific.
im not good at writing music, so right now its just a two chord song. Maybe some one could help me with this?
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