Wondering Out of My Head

Dearly beloved, I've gathered myself here
despite the odds, machine guns, and my fears
Tell me not to fret or worry over our love
I need more than a might, a probably, or a maybe,
I'm thinking, dreaming, wondering, and so forth
All the time you were on my mind
My head was in the ground
My thoughts of you were tulip blooms,
frostbitten and buried in the snow
I've said what I mean
and meant what I said
Your garden grows inside my head
I harvest you all the time
So tell me now
you've dug and you've found
our love to be true and profound;
that fact would carry me home
Dearly beloved, I've gathered myself here
despite the odds, machine guns, and my fears
Tell me not to fret or worry over our love
You've given your word, an oath, a promise of both
your love and your confidence
So I'm thinking, dreaming, wondering, and so forth
Now that I've come home
out of that mess and that foxhole,
your wedding dress into my heart and
out of my head
We'll have our own home
A garden grows hope and all we don't know,
and all we do roots in the ground and
out of our heads
We will have children there,
and they will have kids and their children's hair
will curl, and their kids will grow in and
out of our heads
We too will both grow old,
lay down in our beds in the ground low low,
plant ourselves into their hearts and
out of their heads