Harvest Your Thoughts of Love
BERT JANSCH
Your love was like a child upon a rockin' horse
The color black who rides
Through a forest of dreams and laughs
At the evils that cannot be seen
Yet like the aging 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
