My Featherbed
George R.R. Martin
My featherbed is deep and soft
And there I’ll lay you down
I’ll dress you all in yellow silk
And on your head a crown
For you shall be my lady love
And I shall be your lord
I’ll always keep you warm and safe
And guard you with my sword
And how she smiled and how she laughed
The maiden of the tree
She spun away and said to him
No featherbed for me
I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves
And bind my hair with grass
But you can be my forest love
And me your forest lass