Not because of law but because of love –

Be it done unto me according to your will.

You wrap me in a Christmas quilt, fragrant with spice.

Rosemary calls me to remember.

Be it done unto me according to your will.

I am not root-bound, but rooted.

Rosemary calls me to remember.

Turn,turn, turn

I am not root-bound, but rooted.

You wrap me in a Christmas quilt, fragrant with spice.

Turn, turn, turn

Not because of law, but because of love.