Swoon - Maria Doyle Kennedy

He carries his love in jam jars

You are bound to meet him soon

And if he offers a sip to your stony lips

You, ld probably swoon

Because his love is like

A piece of the moon

He brings his love in carrier baskets

He might leave one at your door

And while you, re wondering what you did to deserve it

You, ll probably swoon

Because his love is like

a piece of the moon

His love is like a piece of the moon

He shows his love in sustanance

He might whisper as you sleep

And afraid that you, ll probably forget him

He, ll gently mock your weeping

Because his love is like

a piece of the moon