all her toil

 pause, and a tear runs down then distract and some more again there'll be pails then plants and trees and forests there'll be rains and lakes and rivers and oceans come quickly and find my love again willya

 All I feel is pain yards and yards of it I'll knit and sow  and keep warm with it

 This idea of you and me I remember how I used to look at it and smile  How beautiful and bright :) And then when I stepped in The warmth engulfed, I felt the bright... but its gotten very lonely here now without you