How the sky was bright tho she was born of the night
Her father held her up to meet the coming light
All I remember was a promise made
‘Neath the golden halo of her birthing day

My mother said boy if you tend it well
A family is a garden that will feed a town for years
But left to weeds it’s a cheap hotel
For seeds in the ground with no chance in hell

Will I make my peace?
Will I make my peace?

‘Neath the golden maple in the autumn shade
I wagered for the hand of a dairy maid
We married in the spring and the guests all prayed
Our home be blessed by God’s good grace

All that was young was in beauty bred
How we came each night like children to our bed
To lay beside the one that would lick the dirt away
And laugh and throw the pillow when I made a silly face

Will I make my peace?
Will I make my peace?
I’ve a rose and a fist
For to make my peace

Prosperity come with the lengthening hour
Duty to my home and my hand on the plow
But ‘neath the golden haze of an amber liquid poured
Gather all the things I think I can afford

Now the children are asleep and the lullaby sung
I sit with my wife as the moon rise comes
But there’s another light and a melody young
She creeps into my dreams and leaves her scent on my tongue

All the things we think that we can afford
All the things we think that we can afford
I’ve a rose and a fist for to make my peace
Will I make my peace? Will I make my peace?