No one is illegal

I walk my children on the hard shoulder
To the bothy of your love

I shelter their eyes from the camera
When we journey
To the bothy of your love

I will salvage what is warm and dry
In the bothy of your love

I hug my children in the wonder of your love

I will wake before the rising sun
In the bothy of your love

I will cup cool clear water
In the morning of your love

And when the Rowan is fully grown
We will walk happily
from the bothy of your love