Jen Cloher
Hold My Hand
Hold my hand
Morning sun
Soon we'll be
Forgotten
How did we meet again?

Well my dear
It was cold
Shivering
Nearly snow
You wore my favourite coat

When you had
To go home
You sent records
And poems
I still have them you know

Did I dear?
I forget
Did our love
Begin there?
How did we meet again?

Our love is more
Than a reward
Or balm we use
To soothe
To soothe
Our love is more
And to lose
Who you are
Just means to
Discover
That we are what we love