Like the juniper bending down

So i will wrap around you

And clutch you in my softest bower

Till sleep has finally found you

They look at me sideways in town these days

Though i pay them no mind

My basket full of patience

And my little donkey blind

And you to help me beat the frost

And hold your hand in mine

Hold your hand in mine

Like the willow for fevered brow

So i will heal what ails you

As the blanket that weighs you down

I am the dog that trails you

They look at us sideways in town these days

Though we pay them no mind

With pockets full of chamomile

And hearts the bleeding kind

And you to help me beat the frost

And hold your hand in mine

Hold your hand in mine

And hold your hand in mine

And hold your hand in mine

And hold your hand and hold your hand

And hold your hand and hold your hand

And hold your hand and hold your hand

And hold your hand and hold your hand in mine