Story Behind the Song
This was adapted from a poem I wrote a few years ago. The original inspiration was a passage from "Hamlet" where Ophelia explains to her father that Hamlet has made "many tenders of his affection" for her--her father then plays on the word. I used the idea, playing on the word "tender" or "tend" in each line.
Lyrics
(Last line of each stanza is repeated)
The postman who has tendered this (my letter) to your door
Is but a tender, passing sea-bound goods from shore to shore;
He nothing knows what I intend, and not a soul knows more.
What do I tender to you now? The news that I resign,
Because my tender heart would bleed if you would not be mine?
I'm sure you'll do it tenderly, if still you must decline.
And so I'll try t'endure the pain if you refuse me still--
I know I tend to ramble, but indulge me if you will,
To what I say attend awhile, before my hopes you kill.
I know that there's some risk about the tender that I make;
Affection's not some legal tender, just to give and take;
And such a trust is not a light thing t'enter or to break.
Yet I contend that what you'd gain would more than meet the cost.
If I'd a girl, I'd tend her wants, and never she'd be crossed;
No tender kept behind my train, to just be led and bossed.
It's not my tender age alone that makes me speak like this;
I'm certain that, in tenderness, our pain could turn to bliss...
What troubles so those tender lips, that they should fear a kiss?
This is a tender moment--if I overspeak, you'll fly.
T'end here would be wisest, so a postscript I'll supply:
I hope that you won't wait too long to tender your reply..
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