The Rockrose and the Thistle

When you call to me asleep

Up the ragged cliffs I scramble

A single thread hangs limply down

And I breathe not now, not now

And I find you all unwoven

Trying desperately to sew

I know the kindest thing

Is to leave you alone

When your seams have come unknitted

And you cry out to the sky

I've run out of my words, my song

Just let me die, me die

The rockrose and the thistle

Will whistle as you moan

I could try to calm you down

But I know you won't

All the pins inside your fretted head

And your muttered whens and hows

All your mother's weaves and your father's threads

Let me rob them of you now

Cos I'll darn you back together

When you think that you're bereft

And you'll wail, you'll scream, but I'll never stop

Cos it's all that I have left

I wake and hear you calling

And up those cliffs I climb

And I find you with a thimble weeping

May I, I ask, may I?

And you gently gift it to me

Cos you've no clue how to sew

And I know the kindest thing

I pray to god it's the kindest thing

I know the kindest thing

Is to never leave you alone