Bring Me Your Love Lyrics

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.