The Rope

There's an old tale of the farmer who goes out
 To tend his flock in the middle of a wild and frightening snow
 As to not get lost he ties a rope to
 His home and out to the place his work asks him to go
 And though the blizzard is strong
 And though the night is long
 He counts on his rope to guide him home
 My love you are the rope that guides me home through the storm
 And i know if i just hold on even when my sight is gone
 You'll guide me home
 And through our years of weathering storms
 We'll have to make sure to tend to the frays
 So when you find yourself in the middle of a wild and frightening snow
 You'll grab the rope
 My love I'll be the rope that guides you home through the storm
 And you'll know just to hold on even when your sight is gone
 I'll guide you home
 And sure, the blizzard is strong
 And sure the night is long
 So count on our love to guide you home