Move
On a certain word, who
Is going to say what hurts her
Going to save her
Going to save her here
Pin the roses in her hair
Hold her hand, let people stare,
Warm and tired evening air
Going to sail her there
Going to wake and step out early
Willows hanging, cotton turning
Consider where we marry
Consider where we build it
Who's to say that we should worry
Who's to stand between the gentle lines
Upon the parchment world we draw?
Going to paint that picture there
Pin the roses in your hair
Dancers in the morning air
Wagons mending in the square
On the cobbles by the harbour stairs
Move
On a certain word, who
Dares to think to hurt her
Going to save her
Going to frame it here
Pin the roses in her hair
Clippers loading, dusty air
All the hills our feet will share
Going to sail her there
Move
On a certain word, who
Dares to speak to hurt her
Going to say it there
Move
On a certain word, who
Dares to paint that picture
Going to hold it there