So my bride

will you dance?

keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill,
where you will ever-after eat your fill.

dear, if you dance, dear, dear, i will love you still
on these hills

don't keep this pebble in your hand,

let's take all of these balloons and planes, let it down

dance
there is a place for us
can we go, before we turn to dust?


Joanna Newsom and Marie