now touch the air softly step gently one two i ll love you til roses are robin s egg blue i ll love you til gravel is eaten for bread and lemons are orange and lavender s red now touch the air softly swing gently the broom i ll love you til windows are all of a room and the table is laid and the table is bare and the ceiling reposes on bottomless air i ll love you til heaven rips the stars from his coat and the moon rows away in a glass bottomed boat and orion steps down like a river below and earth is ablaze and oceans aglow so touch the air softly and swing the broom high we will dust the grey mountains and sweep the blue sky and i ll love you as long as the furrow the plough as however is ever and ever is now