My love is greater than the land

My love, she is so small

My horror is a colored room

With almost no one there at all

I met my love a-laboring

I knew my love at toil:

I glimpsed my love when first I freed

A flower from the soil

My love is louder than the sea

My love speaks not a word

My horror is a colored room

Where two cannot be seen or heard

I sing my love a serenade

I kiss my love good-night

I fall in a warm nearby bed

And scratch my eyes in fright

My love is every man's desire

My love is no man's wife

My horror is a colored room

And me too weak to use the knife.