Oh Papa pass another ear of corn
The castle stands in light this summer morn
They say that "when in love the bricks are laid
The walls themselves will hold the love that's made
That's made"
I strip the corn with younger finger's feel
There shines a girl who comes to share the meal
They say that "when in love the bricks are laid
The walls themselves will hold the love that's made
That's made"
We steam the corn and fill the wedding glass
My father gives the grace, at last, at last
The girl she sits across the table torn
It's here, It's here, It's here first love is born
Old grey walls, young new-fall
Come, oh love, oh shelter and keep this frail heart from failing
Make this room in stained-glass and holy wooden railings
Open doors and sounds of life, who can help this summer's sighing
Caught within her taut eyes I hear the words that I am crying
Oh love, stay young. Like those trees, have grown.
I saw it, long ago.
I felt it, long ago.
And since then, I've gone away
It's called back, I've gone away
And I know, I'll come back
That it's there and I'll go back
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