I call the one that you love a true
Aim one for the collection
In ribbons round my arm
I lie found in the dirt
In ribbons round my arm
In ribbons, in ribbons round my arm
I left lavender for you to form
Thought in constant, thought in constant bloom
You make to chart
A token box of unmade cards
You kept over the years
Father's day in French
To play for a team we stormed the beach
Again, in consequence
With a fighter on our hands
In ribbons round my arm
I left lavender for you
In ribbons round my arm
In ribbons, in ribbons round my arm
I left lavender for you to form
Thought in constant, thought in constant bloom
Thought in constant, thought in constant bloom
Preference, preference
I call the one that you love a true
Aim one for the collection
One for the collection
One for the collection
In ribbons round my arm
I left lavender for you
In ribbons round my arm
In ribbons