Seven years ago you gave me more than you had thought
For every time I miss you my dear I feel fit
In the darkest wood towards the half light of a glade
Leaving behind the main line I can make out trusting signs
Don
I could even live without your price
I could even die without this grade
Seven years ago something changed in my eyes
For every time I miss you my dear I won
Organising my resources I could have a wonderful season
Organising my resources I will show you the best of my rights
I could even live without your price
I could even die without this grade
