Bert Jansch Harvest Your Thought Of Love
Your love was like a child
upon a rockin' horse
The colour black who rides
Thro' a forest of dreams and laughs.
At the evils that cannot be seen.
Yet like the ageing of a child at play,
Your love is broken and fades away,
And borne in the wind are the seeds
that burn in the hearts
Of boys a-passing your way.
When the first day's light has dawned,
You wake to find your troubles gone,
Then love only life as it grows,
And trust every flower,
But not the red, red rose.
Spread your wings and fly my love,
Dance upon the clouds above,
Harvest your thoughts of love.
