Give me your hand, he said, he said,
Give me your hand so fair,
To show that you belong to me
I’ll set a gold ring there.
The gold gleams bright, she said, she said,
Beneath the morning sun,
But when the sky is full of clouds
Will its glittering not be done?
Give me your heart, he said, he said,
To make sure you will stay
I’ll lock it in a golden box
And throw the key away.
Hearts must be free, she said, she said,
A heart in a box will die
Unless it can spread its wings and soar
Like a bird in the morning sky.
I’ll give you my heart, she said, she said,
Until the seas run dry
If that’s not enough, I’ll leave, she said,
Like a bird in the morning sky.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 