Joanna Newsom

Easy, easy,
my man and me;
we could rest and remain here,
easily.
We are tested and pained by
what's beyond our bed;
we are blessed and sustained by
what is not said.
No one knows what is coming,
or who will harvest what we have sown,
or how I've been dulling and dumbing,
in the service of the heart alone.
Or how I am worn to the bone by the river,
and in the river made of light,
I'm your little life-giver,
I will give my life.
Haven't you seen what I've seen?
Don't you know what you ought to do?
I was born to love, and
I intend to love you.
Down in the valley where the fields are green,
watch my luck turn, fro and to;
pluck every last daisy clean,
till only I may love you.
I am easy,
easy to keep.
Honey, you please me
even in your sleep.
But my arms want to carry,
my heart wants to hold;
tell me your worries,
I want to be told.
Sit and see how the fog from the port in the bay
lays like snow at the foot of the Roanoke.
Hear the frog going courting