الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I put away the knife, the chisel, and the saw
I've locked away my life behind this old, oak door
To make a simple spoon, a token of my love
In hope that maybe soon, it's me you're thinking of
So take my spoon, Blodwyn
Make it soon, Blodwyn
The valley knows the way I feel today
So take my spoon, Blodwyn
Make it soon, Blodwyn
Before some other spoon takes you away
