Jenny McCormick

Waiting on my love, though I know he will not come Tonight I miss him so, that it hurts so very much Plunge it in my heart, oh that daggered, poisoned tip Tear it all apart, for I have no use of it Many years ago, how we wandered, wild and free Hand

What's this thing they're calling love? The thing I'm thinking of? Is it a flame? A turtledove? Oh, tell to me, what is love When it finds me will I just know? Take its hand then refuse to go? Cast an anchor that harbours me? Or watch treasure fall i