Secret Song

What shall I give you, my love

Fine sheets of white linen

Or books of ancient song

I've wandered the wide world

And the world outside my door

And of all that I have found there,

Of all that I have found there,

Somehow I long to give you more

We live in the waiting, my love

And long for the harvest

To reap what we have sown

You've wandered the wide world

And the world outside your door

And of all that you have found there,

Of all that you have found there

Somehow you long to make me yours

For all that you have given

For all that you have given

For all that you have given

And everything you are,

I'll give you a home,

I'll make it ours

I'll fill it with laughter

And deck it all in wildflowers

I'll give you my mornings

The blossom of my youth

And every day thereafter

And every day thereafter

Every day that I can offer

Every day I have to give

And it still won't be enough