Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

Will Our Love

 

We camped at a lake like a tarnished cymbal,

Looked at the people we’ve slowly become

I always dreamt that I’d be your thimble

A bullet of silver protecting your thumb

 

Babe don’t go back there a black bear is guarding her den

The second she’s threatened, well what happens then:

She’ll charge down the path with a wrath that will straighten your spine

What a marvelous teacher, this creature’s divine

 

will our love be as mighty when we’re eighty or ninety,

will our love, will our love will our love

will our love be abundant when we’re over a hundred

will our love, will our love, will our love

 

The taste on our tongue is of hellfire and havoc

The thrill of a debt we can never repay

We hear on the breeze a murmur of traffic

Too faint to tell if it’s coming our way

 

But the men from the county want bounty, they’re a ravenous crew

And financial reward strikes a chord in them too

With state-issued pistols and fistfuls of black billy clubs

They thrash through the bracken, attackin’ those innocent cubs

 

will our love be as risky when we’re forty or fifty,

will our love, will our love, will our love

will our love be as heavenly when we’re sixty or seventy,

will our love, will our love, will our love

 

Hear me roar, hear they come

My amour: a moratorium.

 

Next to the camp, a hangman willow

Drops its leaves at the rim of the lake

You were asleep with my chest for a pillow

I caught myself wishing that you’d never wake

 

But the leaves are all blood-red, in the bloodshed they faltered and froze

And the men in your nightmare are right there, arriving in droves

They’re grizzled and they chisel w/ their tongues and their teeth

Rip through your clothing exposing the skin underneath

 

When they reach for the shackles, my hackles will instantly rise

And I’ll charge down the path with a wrath that will widen their eyes

I’ll fight with such fury they’d surely regret that they came

And the reason I love you is because you would do just the same

 

Will our love be as dirty by the time we turn thirty,

Will our love, will our love, will our love

Will our love be as risky when we’re forty or fifty,

Will our love, will our love, will our love

Will our love be as heavenly when we’re sixty or seventy,

Will our love, will our love, will our love

Will our love be as mighty when we’re eighty or ninety,

Will our love, will our love will our love

Will our love be abundant when we’re over a hundred

Will our love, will our love, will our love

Will our love have been plenty if we die when we’re twenty

Will our love, will our love, will our love