| And I will hold you tight
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| Like the moon in the arms of the sky
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| And I will keep you warm
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| I will build a fire in this house
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| And I'll build a fire, you fetch the water and I'll lay the table
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| And in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
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| And all those evenings out in the garden, red, red wine
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| These quiet hours turning to years
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| And I, I'll wrap myself around your heart
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| I'll be the walls of his heart
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| And I, I'll keep a light on
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| To call you back home
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| And I'll build a fire, you fetch the water and I'll lay the table
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| And in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
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| And all those evenings out in the garden, red, red wine
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| These quiet hours turning to years
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| And it's all to come for now we're still young
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| Just building our kingdom but it's all to come
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| And I'll build a fire, you fetch the water and I'll lay the table
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| And in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
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| And all those evenings out in the garden, red, red wine
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| These quiet hours turning to years
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| It's all to come for now we're still young |