will you wipe the flour from your hands   and look this way?   perfect   now hold your apron by your side   perfect   no, no...your hair's just fine   perfect   will you let me paint you?   I'll take such pride   many sorrows, many ways life could be kinder   but you laugh a lot - life is still a surprise   meeting you and greeting you is always an armful   "oceans of love" crinkling in your eyes       neck white and eager   my Trumpeter Swan   gliding through the ferns the fronds   we feel your love   oh Trumpeter Swan   oh love on       now I see you kneeling amidst the fiddle-heads   and ferns at the side of the pond   weaving 13 magic flaxen shirts   for 13 brother swans   and never once in your sweet thoughts   do you ever think maybe you might fail   in your unknowing way your love is strong   me - I fear the 13 brother swans are going   me - I curse them when they've gone   but you will never know for we will rearrange   the ferns and fronds to re-surround you   the devil makes us see more   and you don't see more   but somehow you go beyond       neck white and eager   my Trumpeter Swan   gliding through the ferns the fronds   we feel your love   oh Trumpeter Swan   oh love on       when I think of you I think of Christmas   of oranges and mangers on the mantelpiece   of red and greens and velvets   of stars that twinkle on the Christmas tree   I don't know if trumpeter swans are immortal   but if ever from this beautiful pond you should fly   the reason would be...the reason would be   you were loved too much by them by I       neck white and eager   my Trumpeter Swan   gliding through the ferns the fronds   we feel your love   oh Trumpeter Swan   oh love on