Текст песни Make My Love - James Main

Make my love a fruitful vine
But first of all please make her mine
Give her sons like olive shoots
With MO style and Geordie roots

Give her hope to melt the past away
Many songs to colour every day
Come what may
Show her life from high above the clouds
Give her time to figure herself out
And show her what I'm about

Draw my love a new tattoo
A three-strand cord: her, me and you
Make her dreams reality
Like I would if it were up to me

And in the spring bring her flowers of every kind
Making up for the ones she's left behind
Fulness of life
And in the autumn when the north winds blow
Wrap her up, protect her from the cold
And give her my hand to hold

Make my love a fruitful vine
But first of all please make her mine