My Heart, is there left to save
A product of our changing ways
The dreamsong that you gave to me
Was only new love's memory

The tide, it comes, to shape me down to sand
And time, she comes, to cup me in her hands
And wrap me as a winter child beneath the blankets of the land
My deeds and prayers across the earth in brightly colored strands
To the home of one who taught me what it meant to be a man
When I was on your mind

The heirloom that you left behind
A product of our changing mind
Your smile on another's face
Your heartbeat in my lover's place

The tide, it comes, to shape me down to sand
And time, she comes, to cup me in her hands
And wrap me as a winter child beneath the blankets of the land
My wants and needs across the earth in tattered, shredded strands
To the home of one who taught me what it meant to be a man
When I was on your mind

The photograph you tried to take
The only thing that was at stake
A product of our shifting tone
A bed can't save our broken home

The tide, it comes, to shape me down to sand
And time, she comes, to cup me in her hands
And wrap me as a winter child beneath the blankets of the land
My love a song I sang to try to help you understand
To the home of one who taught me what it meant to be a man
When I was on your mind


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Winter Child song meanings
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