Bring Me Your Love

Bring me the sweat of a concubine

Bring me the cooing of a dove

Bring me the quill from a northern pine

And bring me your love

Bring me the sword of a Samurai

Bring me the stinger of a bee

Bring me all the Queen's medicine

And bring me your love

And if in all these things we find

A beauty rare and objectified

If you bring your love in turn

All these treasures I will burn

Bring me the song of a narwhal

Bring me a funeral drum

Bring me the rose of Jericho

And bring me your love

Bring me the eye of a hurricane

Bring me the desert in a glove

Bring me the dagger tattooed on Hemingway

And bring me your love

And if in all these things we find

A beauty rare and objectified

If you bring your love in turn

All these treasures I will burn