Song Description
A man's reflection on his love for his wife and her love for nature
| Song Length |
3:46 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Non 4/4 |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene |
Subject |
General |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The hour is blue. It is the time of eve
When she goes walking in the woods. The trees
Just slightly dip their limbs, as if to please
Her as she passes. Somehow, I believe
They're paying homage to her dryad past,
For even now she seems as one with them.
Her arms reach out to touch this leaf, that stem,
Then wrap around a trunk to hold it fast.
I watch this strange communion from our door,
And pray my heartfelt thanks that she is now
With me. And I'll not ask if she loves more
The forest or the man. I know somehow
There's room for both, the after, the before.
We'll love and hold her safe in arm and bough.