I'm an emotional woman.
When I love, you'll know it, the bells will ring,
And if I'm sad, the rains settle in.
It is hard sometimes--
The wind is always blowing,
And I am really just a basket of apples,
Just a straw doll.
Into all these weathers, you come--
Calm as a cup of honey,
And as constant as my need for you;
My darling Trin,
My morning that always appears.