For you I can't promise the world
But perhaps a few simple words
I can also not promise the moon
But perhaps a modest tune
I've very little influence, and even less talent
But I have coffee pot, a campsite, and a tent
I promise you restful days
I promise you a place to hide away
I can't promise heavens and earth
But I know the way to a desert well
I can't even promise you the sea
But there are so many stories I can tell
I promise you a winter blanket
I promise you a lamp and a candle
I promise you restful days
I promise you a place to hide away
I have few possessions
But plenty of books
An abundance of music
For whichever mood
I know a few recipes
For pancakes and bread
More than this I can't offer
I confess from the onset
I promise you a winter blanket
I promise you a lamp and a candle
I promise you restful days
I promise you a place to hide away