Young Trees

I've collected up blue stars I have ripped them from his belt Up in the clear sky Out in the black night I've wrapped them up in leaves That I've gathered from our street Here on a half hill In light of the windmill I'll always burn a light for you O

Oh I'm leaving town, from the arms of a child Who has never ever been the one I'll love And it's just not good enough It's never good enough for both of us I talk in platitudes to make you think that much less of me Oh we're more than friends, we are

Dandelion Dandelion you're the only thing growing on this beach tonight And stars came down through a colander and offered you their light I fell in love and it doesn't hurt, no my back is stiff and strong Hearts may break and egos strain but my eyes