I Am Mine

For the sorries, oh the sorries of your soul
They are the worries, are the worries of my household
I hear the wind a howlin' at my swinging door
But at your house the weather's pleasant, nothing more

I am behind, I am behind
Oh nevermind, I will not pine for I am mine

Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy
While I am still a learnin' how I should be coy
And you decided you would educate me
While conversing over a nice spot a tea

I am behind, I am behind
Oh nevermind, I will not pine for I am mine

And the flowerpots are blooming full of golds
Tiny lovely little shiny marigolds
And I suppose that I will never be exposed
To the love that blooms between those who chose

I am behind, I am behind
Oh nevermind, I will not pine for I am mine...

Brooke Waggoner


pine
pined, pin·ing, noun –verb (used without object)
1.to yearn deeply; suffer with longing; long painfully (often fol. by for): to pine for one's home and family.
2.to fail gradually in health or vitality from grief, regret, or longing (often fol. by away): Separated by their families, the lovers pined away.
3.Archaic. to be discontented; fret. –verb (used with object)
4.Archaic. to suffer grief or regret over. –noun
5.Archaic. painful longing.

[Origin: bef. 900; ME pinen to torture, torment, inflict pain, be in pain; OE pīnian to torture, deriv. of pīn torture (ME pine) <>