A Thousand-Different-Ways

I'll tread these hills a thousand-different-ways And catalogue every river and climb every mountain I'll turn every boulder and cross every crossroad A little bit happier now I'm finding my way. I'll stop and talk to the gipsy woman and buy her heather. I won't tread any more fearful than if you entered the room And the whole of nature held its jealous breath I'll wash down my throat with water and bread And thank the lord that I'm going to your bed. I'll burrow down with my beautiful My, how beautifully blessed are my eyes they've never-seen-better days my, my cup is flowing overflowing because there's an angel at my table and, she doesn't-bark, she just-sings-like some heavenly skylark. I'll enter the dark because there's an ember spark and I'll map every acre of god's creation for you just to see those fireflies in your eyes looking back at me. I'll swim every river, lake and sea I'll cross every desert before I pass away and know I've been saved, and I'm second-sighted and 'prophetic thunder' he can only wonder what I've done to deserve a woman like you.