It Is Not A Question
It is not a question of whether or not my love,
but of where we'd like to go
On a journeying or a silly thing, or a walk down by the ocean
You are blue my love, you are filled with love,
and I call for you like a child
Perhaps we will, my love, become two turtle doves
and live our lives in branches
Should we decide my love, to shed skins and turn
one to a frog, the other water
It's all the same, my love, though it my change, my love
and though the changing may come hard
For I am here my love, and you are there, my love
and yet we are together