I show you myself as a fruit tree,
And you see the fort,
That could be made of that lumber
I dangle treats
And you, girl, walk under.
I show you myself as a buoy,
And you've seen an anchor.
I sing you my welcome;
And you - you ship - are pulled under.
You've got courage to knock on any door,
Until you come to freeze up mine -
It swung wide.
Oh, you coward!
You're afraid.
You coward!
You're the anchor.
You coward!
You're the fortress
You coward!
You're afraid