Mary Coughlan There Is A Bed
There is a bed where I can end my days
And think about the roads I've run the miles I've come
There is a bed where troubles melt away
My lonely hours or hours with you
The times that we've come through
There is a bed where we shared times of love
And out of love those nights are memories best forgot
We'd argue about trivial things
Slept apart a wall we built among the sheets
There is a bed where first we both made love
And left the marks to remind us of how good it felt
The hard, the soft, the sweating nights
How we'd build up before we'd climb the tower
There is a bed where years will make us wise
Truth and lies defeat, despise we're forgiving
The sheets are cradle birth to death
The twists and turns of love and life we're living
There is bed where nights I lay awake
To think about my future to forget my past
My bed a boat to sail the seas
To land where safety finds me gripping to the mast
And though I feel the years slip through my fingers
Sorrow lingers and won't go away
There is a bed which is my sanctuary
A bed where I can end my days
