Текст песни 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
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