Giving Songtext
von Cara Dillon

I would not go empty-handed
For it′s been drummed into me
Give anything, but give

A hand-tied bunch from the garden
A stone smoothed by the love of a hand
Sea glass of blue and green
Sharp edges gone now by the shapeshifting sands
Give anything, but give

Feathers found in the forest
A cross made of rushes
A stick, weathered, not broken
Give anything, but give


A penny from your pocket
Hair for the locket
A book, dog-eared and tired
That might just hold a mystery unfolded

In my pocket I found from you
The sweetest treasures wrapped in leaves
We followed the trail into the light
And searched the forest far and wide

And all the way, side-by-side
Gathering our scattered thoughts
You have my heart, what will I do?
For now we're coming home

In my pocket I found from you
A handful of our memories
We followed the trail into the night
And left the forest far behind
You have my heart, what will I do?
For now we′re coming home