Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Why, Dandelion It Isn’t Easy
Why, dandelion it isn’t easy to lie down
In these weeds and fall in love
We don’t all have to be golden,
Stoic, and upright; shoulders above.
To fall like a seed-head
And break or bend in love
Why, dandelion it isn’t easy
To sing in these high, octaves, love.
But I am the meadow lark
In a countenance you’ve never seen so blue
And it’s all because my heart hungers
Yearns to climb; the mountains pass with you.
Why, dandelion it isn’t easy…
But I know your heart will climb,
And float with mine too…
In true a chord
All the way to our mountain, shepherd lord.
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