youre all welcome to take from me my skeleton ill keep for me and all the very best of us string ourselves up for love and all the very best of us string the needles till our eyes shut weary yonder beyond the call lately i dont feel the wonder until our eyes are shut and oh until our child has grown up and over until the time oh until our garden goes to bramble and briar until i sit i stop i sigh until my body comes over quiet i will give you myth in the mire over grown and i will grow you bramble and briar and all the very best of us