歌词
Love is like a braid, some say
And I, I don't disbelieve it
Cowrie shells, fine combs made of jade
To ornament and weave it
I lived a life of pleasant sorrows
Until the real deal came
Broke me like a twig in a winter gale
Called me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost or all is well
Home, home
Sun on my doorstep
Shocks me to find
I'm a child again entwined
In your love, in your light
In your cool summer shade
The garden keeps a rose and a thorn
And once the choice is made
All that's left
Is mending what was torn
Love is like a braid
Love is like a braid
