Briony

Make me swoon, take me as our fate, to hell with rumor, my mother says keep true, but she doesn't rate, our love running smooth, if it brings me back to you, by mountains and the lakes, then let's do what we do, don't melt me lemon blue, my yellow hair is sweet, it blows down the avenue, flowers only hesitate, our trips to secret venues, lucky to pass this way, the moon's above the slate, no church reason or virtue, let us zoom away, i'll dance with you if i'm not too late, bring you ribbons, each evening celebrate.