Winter Lullaby

Now touch the air softly, step gently, one, two …
I’ll love you 'til roses are robin’s egg blue;
I’ll love you 'til gravel is eaten for bread
And lemons are orange, and lavender’s red
Now touch the air softly, swing gently the broom
I’ll love you 'til windows are all of a room;
And the table is laid, And the table is bare
And the ceiling reposes on bottomless air
I’ll love you 'til heaven rips the stars from his coat
And the moon rows away in a glass-bottomed boat;
And Orion steps down like a river below
And earth is ablaze, and oceans aglow
So touch the air softly, and swing the broom high
We will dust the grey mountains, and sweep the blue sky:
And I’ll love you as long as the furrow the plough
As however is ever, and ever is now