Dearly beloved,
I've gathered myself here despite the odds,
Machine guns, and my fears
Tell me not to fret or worry over our love
I need more than a might, a probably or a maybe,
I'm thinking, dreaming, wondering and so forth
All that time you were on my mind
My head was in the ground
My thoughts of you were tulip blooms,
Frostbitten and buried in the snow
I've said what I mean and meant what I said:
Your garden grows inside my head,
I harvest you all the time
So tell me now you've dug and you've found
Our love to be true and profound;
That fact would carry me home
Dearly beloved,
I've gathered myself here despite the odds,
Machine guns, and my fears
You've told me not to fret or worry over our love
You've given your word,
An oath, a promise of both your love and your confidence
So I'm thinking, dreaming, wondering and so forth
Now that I've come home out of that mess and that foxhole,
Your wedding dress into my heart and out of my head
We'll have our own home
A garden grows hope and all we don't know,
And all we do roots in the ground and out of our heads
We will have children there,
And they will have kids and their children's hair will curl,
And their kids will grow in and out of our heads
We too will both grow old,
Lay down in our beds in the ground low low,
Plant ourselves into their hearts and out of their heads