My Only Trouble

Joan Shelley

Compositor: Joan Shelley

Once we stretched out so fair
My hand here, your mouth there
As the fog stopped around us
There was hay in your hair
And the salt of our skin
Brined the clay there within
It was mine that would harden
And then cease to bend

When my only trouble
When my only trouble
When my only trouble
Is you

Now I stand at the wood
Where the wind bends the pines
And the place where you loved me
Wears the marks of our spines
But when spring still shows
Brings the tulip and the rose
Well, then no one will pity
A girl in the throes

When my only trouble
When my only trouble
When my only trouble
Is you

Now I won't scorn the God
Who had thickened the fog
He's the one that brings the thunder
When that's all I've got

When my only trouble
When my only trouble
When my only trouble
Is you