I will make you brooches and toys to delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea I will grow you a garden, plant it with seeds We'll bask in its colour and banish all weeds And when summer is over and winter is here By the warm fireside I'll be waiting, my dear And this shall be music when no one else is near The rare song I'm singing, the rare song to hear That only I remember and only you admire Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire