Warm Rock

Please be the warm, warm rock in cruel, cold wind I’m in
please be the haystack round the pin
and i promise I’m not just aching all the time
more, more, more
more laugh more grin
more means take the corners off my skin
chief will lead the family gold
its not a wealthy pin hole
in the chart of the stars
its in the ink on her arms
its in the voice from her throat
its in the sails on her boat
and truly, truly she sails