So it began The ponderous hands The flower the field My conflict revealed Dear you will grow And beauty prevail Could I be trusted with something so frail? I've set apart the extent of my heart About it a mischief, before it a guard And I'll give it up though it may not be much To a collector of flowers and jars ♪ It's simple I know, I should softly let go But I'm so uncertain My friend from my foe I've made up my mind But what of my heart? Your beauty another may fail to regard ♪ I've set apart the extent of my heart About it a mischief before it a guard And I'll give it up though it may not be much To a collector of flowers and jars Fall was my friend Though I failed her again I'm sorry for everything I'll change if I can Was it my fear or the time that I spent Serving my sentence before it began?