loving, loving

 

I never sought to love you

never thought you could love me

so I was wrong about 

me loving you and right

about you loving me

 

ships they do break from their moorings

vessels will float out to sea

way on the drift

there goes my skiff

it’s left me to float along the lea

 

trees they will shake loose their branches

prairies they shock into flame

though it’s on land

change must be planned for

it’s loneliness that ever stays the same

 

oh I never sought to love you 

never thought you would love me

and so I was wrong about

me loving you and right

about you loving me