[Margaret:]. Gentle leaves, gentle leaves, please array a path for me. The woods are growing thick and fast around. Columbine, columbine, please alert this love of mine.
Have I ever lost your way?. Have I ever left you waylaid?. Have I ever come unstayed?. Why would I now?. There were times I loathed your name. There were times I laid on the blame.
With all the grain of Babylon. To cultivate, to make us strong. And hidden here behind the walls. Are shoulders wide and timber on. . 'Till the war came.
Here on these cliffs of Dover. So high you can't see over. And while your head is spinning. Hold tight, it's just beginning. . You come from parents wanton.