The Swan - Elana Brody
Make me a love like this...
A love song for spring, for aliveness, for love itself.. words written in collaboration with lines from poet Mary Oliver's "The Swan"
Performed live at Rockwood Music Hall NYC with Lindsay Carone, Mare Berger and Eleonore Weill
Lyrics:
Oh it is cold, and I’m awash in stars
Above my eyes, not terribly far
An armful of white
Blossoms, a perfect commotion
Of silk and linen
That the wind she weaves
Holy apple, holy rose
Holy Hawthorne
Heart medicine grove
Make me a love like this
Lay me down a palate on the palace floor
Where the wind sings silver
And the river, she’s a strumming the chords
Make me a love like this
In the feather bed of the forest floor
Where the wind sings silver
And the river, she’s a strumming the chords
And did you feel it?
In your heart
Did you figure out
Just what beauty is for?
A dress of lace, white
Tail the runaway trace
Of a deer, like a light
Through the blooming trees
She brings me to my knees
Holy apple, holy rose
Holy Hawthorne
Heart medicine grove
Make me a love like this
Lay me down a palate on the palace floor
Where the wind sings silver
And the river, she’s a strumming the chords
Make me a love like this
In the feather bed of the forest floor
Where the wind sings silver
And the river, she’s a strumming the chords
And the gentleness
Of bare feet step clover
While the feathered head
Of the swan looks over
Holy apple, holy rose
Holy Hawthorne
Make me a love like this
Lay me down a palate on the palace floor
Where the wind sings silver
And the river, she’s a strumming the chords
Make me a love like this
In the petaled bed
Of the forest floor
Where the wind sings silver
And the river, she’s a strumming the chords