Letra de Bring Me Your Love

Bring me the sweat of a concubine
Bring me the cooing of a dove
Bring me a quill from a northern pine
And bring me your love
Bring me the sword of a Samurai
Bring me the stinger of a bee
Bring me all the Queen's medicine
And bring me your love
And if in all these things we find
A beauty rare and objectified
If you bring your love in turn
All these treasures I will burn
Bring me the song of a narwhal
Bring me a funeral drum
Bring me the rose of Jericho
And bring me your love
Bring me the eye of a hurricane
Bring me the dessert in a glove
Bring me the dagger tattooed
On Hemingway
And bring me your love
And if in all these things we find
A beauty rare and objectified
If you bring your love in turn
All these treasures I will burn