Lie light upon my lap

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat
I'll draw my curtain to the town
And hum a purring note

And I'll forget the way of tears
And rock and stir my tea
But oh how I wish those blessed years
Were further than they'd be

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat
I'll draw my curtain to the town
And hum a purring note

When I am old and comforted
And done with this desire
With memory to share my bed

When I am old and comforted
And done with this desire
With peace to share my fire
With peace to share my fire