Sandstone and burnout, time takes everything
Paths overgrowing from autumn to spring
And the things I remember, the things I forget
Like the shape of your body when we laid down to rest

Soft-sodden wilds retracing our steps
The house and the heather where the birds make their nest
And the things I have hidden and covered with stones
The warmth of your eyes and the length of your bones

I’ll give you all that I have
Oh, all that I have (I’ll give you all that I have)
I’ll give you all that I have
Oh, all that I have (I’ll give you all that I have)
(Oh, all that I have)
I’ll give you all that I have
Oh, all that I have (I’ll give you all that I have)
(Oh, all that I have)