Love Is the Tune

Well full of water and not a cloud in the sky, woodsmoke in your eyes

Move like a tumbleweed, climb like ivy, hide like a rabbit in the trees

But leave a trail, like the snail, so the squirrel knows where to find you

When he’s learned to share his nuts, Love is the tune

And in the morning, when the Prince of Darkness, is no more the lord of the forest

Then shall the reign of the leonic lords, lay at the feet of the lamb

Love is the tune