Truly Something Fine - Nanci Griffith

Oh love is a hand you hold

When you think you’ve lost your mind

It is bitter as persimmons

Yet as sweet of rose on vine

It’s the thorns upon the vines

That sometimes tear two hearts entwined

It’s a gentle breath upon your cheek

That is so truly fine

Love is something truly fine

Love is love and truly blind

Love is only human kind

Love is something truly fine

Oh love is something truly fine

Something never looked to find

Yet truly something fine

You and I are roses

Chose to wither on the vines

With you, you’re back to love

With me, I’ve run from mine

We are some kind of weather

You’re the storm blown 'cross my life

I am leaf of autumn

A fallen tear of something fine

From the shallows of the Mekong

To my Liffey, Dublin’s wine

The tide turned me around

And brought the taste of something fine

And something’s truly lost

As I’ll not try to change your mind

The thorns of taking chances

Made it something truly fine