If you hated music
Would you be a mother with a family
If your songs weren't written
Would I still get shivers from your silence
Until tears are welled up in my eyelids
If your duty wasn't earthly
Would you understand its beauty
Please do these things for me
Please know that you have held one thousand years by one thousand fingertips
If your words weren't charming
Would they still sit on fences in my eardrums
If your voice was harmful
Would it be a storm cloud
ON the golden bay of summer's starting
If I didn't know you
I would not be nearly as inspired
Please do these things for me
Please know that you have held one thousand years by one thousand fingertips