if i were an honest man
and if you were an honest girl
the earth would catch blue and gold fire

if i were a magnolia tree
and if you were the sun
i would be the tallest tree there ever was

but as it stands i'll hold your hand
and try not to die

if you were buried in snow
if you felt your heart turn slow
i would become a st. bernard
hold your frosty eyelashes close by my chest
give you a wooden casket of whiskey
to warm you up

but as it stands i'll hold your hand
and try not to die.