Patch

And how! And how!

Forget the storm, forget the shroud

Weaving a song

Without a sound

The needles gone

The seams come out

Here I stand, waiting

Some horror struck maiden

That's all it took

A thunder cloud

We took shelter under the boughs

Little bit of oak

Little bit of mire

Little bit of smoke from a little bit of fire

And drink something sweet

It's nothin' but ease incoming!

To be in love again…

You got it bad, you take it back

A seeping heart and a thread-bare rag

That's all it took

You make that patch

You missed the forest for a wooden match

Little bit of oak

Little bit of mire

Little bit of smoke from a little bit of fire