The touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small

Yesterday was all about this one
Sometimes I recall what others have said:-
Love is for lovers in love and full grown,
Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead,
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.

Sometimes when I get to thinking about you,
And all the things that we’ve never said
To each other, it seems such a shame to go blue
When there’s so many years to lie silent and dead.

I know, you know, all about life.
You know, I know, nothing at all.
Still why should I know daily strife
When the touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small.

Time brings us trouble as days come and go.
I know, you know I’ll understand.
Could you, would you suffer a woe,
When a blink of your eye and I’m at your command.

Think of the years before we were a pair,
Years lived apart we spent learning to farm.
Sowing, growing and learning to care
For ourselves, and preparing for each other’s arms.

Love is a flower, blooms when we’re too young;
Pluck it, it’s gone, tended it grows.
We’ve been tending since the first sprout was sprung –
To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes.

Sometimes I recall what others have said:-
Love is for lovers in love and full grown,
Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead,
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.

Buffy Sainte-Marie

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4 responses to “The touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small

  1. Such a beautiful lyric… I feel like back in the “old” days a lot of songs meant much more… Joni Mitchell, Fleetwood Mac… not only great songs but amazing lyrics!

  2. Jenny, your blog is fantastic. Takes me right back to those unforgettable times. Are you possibly interested in reviewing a book on growing up in the ‘60s? I’ve discounted my ‘60s coming-of age-novel Ride the Snake to FREE on Amazon as a Kindle download for the long weekend. Check out the madness if you’re intrigued, and consider reviewing the book!

  3. Thanks! Your book sounds interesting but I only read in mono, I’m afraid… :o)

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