oh, what will be divided
when the time for parting comes?
what will be divided
when it comes to yours and mine?
how shall we separate
what we are from what we own?
and who will count the cost
when every farthing is laid down ?
and who will count the cost
when the last farthing is laid down?
if the laughter be too hearty
then our clerk may be deceived
turn two pages o'er together
in the column, accounts received
if a tear fall on the ledger
will the reckoning still be true?
will it not blot out some property
that's accrued to me or you?
then who will strike a balance
'twixt the tithing and the time?
tell the value of each moment
when it come to your and mine?
and we may both feel cheated
and we may both feel sad
if we are not properly credited
to the sum of what we had.
what can be divided
will be piled here and there
item: a broken Cuckoo clock
i've time now to repair
so here, take back your loneliness
and give to me my pain
oh, your mare is in the meadow, dear
she's standing in the rain
what cannot be divided
is a cloth that has no seam
the warp and woof were me and you
we wove it in a dream
our love it was the shuttle, see
where it's spilled upon the floor
alas, the loom is silent now
and the colors come no more
oh, what will be divided
when the time for parting comes?
what will be divided
when it comes to yours and mine?
how shall we separate
what we are from what we own?
and who will count the cost
when every farthing is laid down ?
and who will count the cost
when the last farthing is laid down?
'ruby' by valerie jagiello