[Verse 1]
Would you have me be your lover
In a house in Hydra, far
From the city life that smothers
And the lonely neon bars?
Would you have me walk the path of
Granite rock and purple thistle?
Can’t sing in tune with angels
Can’t smooth the grit and gristle

[Chorus]
Oh to be what others are to me
Warm as blacktop
Fierce as the Baltic sea
Thoughtful as a cricket in a field
Kind as mothers
Whose love never yields

[Verse 2]
Would you have us be companions
Full of song like whippoorwills?
Would you crown me as your champion
Cresting over sandy hills?
We are more than lens-flare visions
On rolls of film from summer
We’re the sum of our decisions
Not pawns, not fools, or numbers
[Chorus]
Oh to be what others are to me
Warm as blacktop
Fierce as the Baltic sea
Thoughtful as a cricket in a field
Kind as mothers
Whose love never yields

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
Take my hand
I’ll take your hand
Take my hand
I’ll take your hand

[Chorus]
Oh to be what others are to me
Warm as blacktop
Fierce as the Baltic sea
Thoughtful as a cricket in a field
Kind as mothers
Whose love never yields