Warm Rock - Cains & Abels

Please be the warm, warm rock in cruel, cold wind I’m in

please be the haystack round the pin

and i promise I’m not just aching all the time

more, more, more

more laugh more grin

more means take the corners off my skin

chief will lead the family gold

its not a wealthy pin hole

in the chart of the stars

its in the ink on her arms

its in the voice from her throat

its in the sails on her boat

and truly, truly she sails