I ride up the hill to our nest
I feed you with apples and grass
I nurse you till you can sprout wings
to land on my shoulder in spring
please don't worry
that I'm going to leave
take my picture
and lie down to sleep
I picture the heart in her chest
her body and the warmth of her breath
our summer in a series of slides
I hold them up into the light
I feed you with apples and grass
I nurse you till you can sprout wings
to land on my shoulder in spring
please don't worry
that I'm going to leave
take my picture
and lie down to sleep
I picture the heart in her chest
her body and the warmth of her breath
our summer in a series of slides
I hold them up into the light