Brambling -

She will always be the first

And so you will never forget

She is a thorn to pierce

Your tender heart

And this wound that hurt you so

Is the hurt you need to grow

Cry

Hungrily tasting her berry-stained lips

You’re planting your kisses right there

Rise up before her now

She holds you in her hands

Brings you from pattern to blue

In her you’ll drown

And this wound that hurt you so

Is the hurt you need to grow

Cry

The thorn upon the rose

The boy becomes a man

Although she is the first

He’ll not be the last

And this wound that hurt you so

Is the hurt you need to grow