Blodwyn - Badfinger

I put away the knife, the chisel, and the saw

I’ve locked away my life behind this old, oak door

To make a simple spoon, a token of my love

In hope that maybe soon, it’s me you’re thinking of

CHORUS:

So take my spoon, Blodwyn

Make it soon, Blodwyn

The valley knows the way I feel today

So take my spoon, Blodwyn

Make it soon, Blodwyn

Before some other spoon takes you away

My life may not be long, was working down below

For so much can go wrong, but what else do I know?

So take these precious years and make them precious too

And say you’ll take from me what I will give to you

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