It's You

After all, it's you, love.
After all the fear and drudgery.
I must be careful not to lay
Too much at your feet.

When you awaken, I’ll hold you,
Sit you in my lap to look around.
Forming every day,
On my lap you sway, a beautiful dreamer.

Although to you they are mere sensations,
To me they are: he loves my kisses!

This will have to be how I explain,
Until later.
Then my words will leave me.
And I'll sing you Bombadee,
And I think you'll see.