Know That You’re Mine

I’ll pack a blanket, a handwoven basket
Of red roses and wine
Rest with me here on this bed made of grass
And I’ll know, know that you’re mine

In the cool of the evening the sound of your breathing
Seems all that you dare need to say
With incense and flowers, the minutes and hours
Like fluttering leaves slip away

The sky turns from blue to an orange to black
With the slow passage of time
We ought to be home, but you know that I’m yours
And I know, know that you’re mine

We will look to the skies with our twinkling eyes
And we’ll write out our names in the stars
Though it’s dark here on land, when we’re both holding hands
All the lights up above will be ours