Well, fear is dark, but my love is a lantern Shining up like c | Just words

Well, fear is dark, but my love is a lantern
Shining up like coins in a fountain
Hope is a tree sitting on a mountain
Where the grass don't grow

There's a sad old sea, but my love is an island
Wild and free like the hills in the highlands
Here's a breeze that brings me back to dry land
Where the flowers grow