'round a rosie
up a tree
through building blocks
and cutting teeth
it's you, you the light from the hall
it's you, makes the noise worth the calm.
blame the view, blame the season
we don't really need a reason
let the days turn to weeks
you'll be all we'll ever need
aren't you perfect
aren't you bright
arm us all
with main and might
it's you, you the port in the storm
it's you makes the cold comforts warm
blame the view, blame the season
we don't really need a reason
let the days turn to weeks
you'll be all we'll ever need
fall's doll shoes
kid breakthroughs
flame's light blues
all for you, dear.