Lyrics Book of Poems - Andy White

I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
I will write a book of poems

I will write an autumn day
To bring you back when you're away
The buzzing bees the fatal shower
The light drawing in at an early hour
Fruitfulness in flower
The harvest hour
No time to delay
I will write an autumn day

I will write a summer song
That we can sing all summer long
Soft-sunned Irish afternoons
Clouds shaped like pictures beside the moon
Memories of trees their time on earth
Fields reveal the holy turf
When love appears a virgin birth
This is where you and I belong
I will sing a summer song

I will write a springtime air
That's played on pipes beyond repair
Each morning brighter than the last
Each century relives the past
The birds sing their magic spells
Flying north for warmer places
Scarves and upturned baby faces
I will write a springtime air

I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
I will write a book of poems

I will write a book of love
Running backwards in reverse
To the time we first-versed
Felt the Muses
Stall the curses
Prime the verses
Universe immersed in precious verses
I will write a book of love

I got the future
I got the Muses
I got the music
I got the choirs of angels

Begin again

(All I want) I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
I will write a book of poems

I will write an autumn day
To bring you back from when you're away
The buzzing bees the fatal shower
The light drawing in at an early hour
Fruitfulness in flower
The harvest hour
No time to delay
I will write an autumn day

I will write a summer song
That we can all sing along
Clouds shaped like pictures of trees
Hiding here behind the earth
Looking over everything
You know what it's worth
I will write a summer song

I will write a springtime air
Played on pipes beyond repair
Each morning brighter than the last
Each century relives the past
The birds sing their magic spells
Flying north for warmer places
Scarves and upturned baby faces
I will write a springtime air

I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
Ready to begin again