Sometimes When I Get to Thinkin'
Love's Bloom: Reflecting on Life, Death, and the Depths of the Heart
Lyrics
Sometimes I recall what others have said
Sometimes I remember the words spoken by others
Love is for lovers in love and full grown
Love is meant for those who are in love and mature
Life's for the living and death's for the dead
Life is meant for the living, and death is for the dead
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown
The depth of a heart is a mysterious and unfathomable thing
Sometimes when I get to thinking about you
Sometimes, when I contemplate you
And all the things that we've never said
Thinking about all the unspoken things between us
To each other, it seems such a shame to go blue
It feels regrettable to feel sad or depressed
When there's so many years to lie silent and dead
When there are many years left to pass in silence and death
I know, you know, all about life
I acknowledge that you understand the intricacies of life
You know, I know, nothing at all
I acknowledge that I know nothing at all
Still why should I know daily strife
Yet, why should I be aware of daily struggles?
When the touch of your hand makes me glad I'm so small?
Feeling small and joyful when your touch makes me glad
Time brings us trouble as days come and go
Time brings challenges as days pass
I know, you know I'll understand
I know that you understand
Could you, would you suffer a woe
Would you endure sorrow or hardship?
When in a blink of your eye I'm at your command?
When, in an instant, I am at your disposal
Think of the years before we were a pair
Reflecting on the time before we became a couple
Years lived apart we spent learning to farm
Years spent apart, learning and growing individually
Sowing, growing and learning to care
Engaged in the processes of sowing, growing, and learning to care
For ourselves, and preparing for each other's arms
Preparing for the embrace of each other's arms
Love is a flower, blooms when we're too young
Love is compared to a flower, blossoming when we are young
Pluck it, it's gone, tended it grows
If plucked, it withers; if tended, it flourishes
We've been tending since the first sprout was sprung
We've been nurturing it since its inception
To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes
To the most patient caretaker, the best rewards come
Sometimes I recall what others have said
Recalling the words of others about love and life
Love is for lovers in love and full grown
Love is for those in love and fully grown
Life's for the living and death's for the dead
Life is for the living, and death is for the dead
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown
The depth of a heart remains an enigma
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