Skin from Cocoon by Emma Gatrill

I’m cold and I’m tired my roots are planted thin
Find me my darling, take me to him
I’ll paw and I’ll claw and I’ll scratch at the door
Until you let me in.

My boat I have anchored, perched on swollen seas,
My darling I’ve found him I will stay with thee
If ever I sway into utter dismay
You lift me up

For I long for your arms wrapped around me
I long for your touch skin on my skin
Skin on my, skin on my skin

I’ll knit you a sweater to keep you warm in winter nights
That, tell of our stories, about our lives
The threads I will weave with love right through the sleeves
And I will let you in

The roads you do travel take you far and wide,
With your sweater wrapped round you in your pocket I do hide
If ever you stray too far from your way
I will lift you up

For I long for your arms wrapped around me
I long for your touch skin on my skin
Skin on my, skin on my skin.

• Folk
• Brighton