Tanglewood Tree-Playing Rapunzel

Love is a tanglewood tree in a bower of green In a forest at dawn Fair while the mockingbird sings, but she soon lifts her wings And the music is gone Young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide When the red summer poppies bloom But love is a trackless domain, and the rumor of rain In the late afternoon Love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep When the long shadows cast Thin as a vagrant young vine, it encircles and twines And it holds the heart fast Catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes And the moon in their tousled hair But love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie And a half-whispered prayer I'm walkin' down a bone-dry river but the cool mirage runs true I'm bankin' on the fables of the far, far better things we do I'm livin' for the day of reck'ning counting down the hours I yearn away, I burn away, I turn away the fairest flower of love 'Cause darling love is a garden of thorns, and a crow in the corn love's garden of thorns, how it grows, black crow in the corn hummin' low And the brake growing wild brake nettle so pretty and wild and thistles surround the edge of the Cold when the summer is spent, in the jade hearts' lament dark hour as the sun moves away, lamenting a lost summer day For the faith of a child who nurtures the faith of a child when nothing remains to cover her eyes? My body has a number and my face has a name my body has a number, maybe my face has a name And each day looks the same to me each hour like each hour before But love is a voice on the wind, and the wages of sin this longing is a voice on the wind, she cultivates the wages of sin And a tanglewood tree in a tanglewood tree