The Wounded Bird

I gave my love a secret name
I gave my love an emerald ring
I told my love my fear and shame
I said I’d give her anything
I said I’d give her anything


I gave my love three leaping foals
I penned them in a roaring hall
We sat beside a fire of coals
And listened to the angels fall
And listened to the angels fall


I gave my love a wounded bird
I gave my love a shackled ape
I taught my love a secret word
To heal the world and give it shape
To heal the world and give it shape

Happy anniversary, babe.

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