Title: ALL I HAVE: THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE

Author: josh emmett

Email for feedback: gabriels_girl@hotmail.com

Fandom: Robin of Sherwood

Pairing: none, really, except the usual Robin/Marion

Rating: PG13

Warnings: violence, threatened rape, angst

Note: Based on lyrics from a LYRIC WHEEL

Further Note: This story does not explain the addition of a different Alan-a-Dale or Gisburne being in the band. The song's melody is based on the music used in `Alan-A-Dale' (from the first season), as is the meters of the lyric.

Dedication: PEJA, Growly and Oliver

Archive: Yes

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction and is not intended to infringe on the copyrights held by Patrick Dromgoole, Paul Knight, Richard Carpenter, Goldcrest Films and Television Production, HTV, Showtime or any other holder of Robin of Sherwood copyrights. No profit is being made from this story.

As always: Feedback craved

Prologue: This story is based on the third "fantasy" season of Robin of Sherwood starring Michael Praed, that I created starting with "Nothing Is Ever Forgotten" (which is archived). It would be one story in the series although would follow eps. 2 or 3. (Like watching Star Wars 1 thru 3 and then finding out they are actually 4 thru 6.) Now that you're as confused as I am, I can just continue with the story....



ALL I HAVE: THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE
by josh emmett

OPENING: MARION ALONE IN A GLEN/ALAN-A-DALE APPROACHING

Marion was away from camp picking flowers and humming little tunes. Alan came upon her as he returned from a nearby village. Glad for the training he'd received since joining Robin Hood and his band of men, Alan had approached quietly even though he was writing words for a new ballad in his head and not paying too much attention to where he stepped. Marion hadn't noticed his approach, so he was able to stop short and observe without her noticing.

"How unlike Marion." he thought. And the tall dark-haired man with the bright blue twinkling eyes smiled as he watched. A troubadour had to be observant and have a `feeling' about those around him. He did, after all, paint intimate portraits of people and events in words. He'd known some great minstrels, when he was a child, who couldn't sing that well, but their stories were so vivid, no one noticed and they got quite well rewarded. Alan was proud of his songs and the strong tenor voice with which he delivered them, but he was glad he also had the gift of spellbinding storytelling, too!

Since he had been orphaned and on his own at age 8, he lived for adventure. He held no ill will as to his early life, many people were far worse off, he had reasoned. Alan had seen this country, and a few others, from inside and outside the castle walls. Right now, he found a real sense of loyalty to his homeland, he never felt before. This Robin Hood had a youthful faith that was very catching indeed. Alan didn't know what the future would bring for England, but for now he enjoyed being caught up in its present. And to study this strange collection of people (who were all (but 2) much older than Robin and had a loyalty to him found only in great kings and leaders) was *too* fascinating for Alan to pass up.

Now he watched the woman who had captured Robin...heart and soul. Lady Marion wasn't as classic a beauty as she might have been in her original element. But her pale freckles and unruly curly hair made her the beauty of Nottingham Forest. Alan thought her beauty came from her strength of character and the glow only a woman truly in love carried. She was unafraid of fighting along with the men and insisted upon Robin treating her as his equal.

Alan smiled as he watched her. Now she was lying on the ground surrounded by the flowers she hadn't picked and staring into the trees with a smile on her face. Then he stopped smiling and quickly moved around her, hoping not to be noticed. He had often thought that Marion would make a wonderful mother some day and now he sensed that the `love' glow was gone and the `other' glow was pushing through. And knew that for now, this was between Robin and Marion...and himself...

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Marion was full of love and life. At first she had been frightened and uncertain. How would she cope out here in the forest? Running from place to place, her life in constant danger.

The only time she felt safe was lying in her husband's arms at night.

"Oh dear," she thought. "What *will* Robin say?" And what about the others?

Then a peace had come over her as she watched the other mothers living in the forest and realized that everything would work itself out, as all she had was all she needed. There was *nothing* she would miss as long as she was in love like this.

Today was the day. She was *sure* now. She'd risen early and gone flower picking. An excuse to put her thoughts in order. For a little while, she had a slight uneasiness, but it wasn't threatening; and now it was gone. No, she was alone, lying in the grass.

"What are stone and mud and cut wood, when compared to these strong, beautiful trees? A finer home no baby could ask for!" Well, there it was. She had finally put a word other than `it' or `something' to the feeling inside her.

A baby.

Marion began to think of the various reactions. Oh, what fun this would be telling her `family'. So much love for her baby. She had surrounded herself with a paternal love, familial love and sexual love. She tried to imagine the reactions after that first shocked look appeared on their faces!

Friar Tuck: Her `father figure' was going to go into a clucking mode and start worrying about what *his* baby was going to eat. That made her laugh.

Much: Who really was a `brother-in-law', would ask all sorts of Much-like questions. "Does that make me an Uncle?" "Is it a boy or a girl?" "Can I name it?" Now, Marion was really laughing.

Will Scarlet: Oh, oh...sobering thought. He would keep his hands at his sides in clenched fists and fume. First in silence and then shouting that he "never wanted a female with them in the first place"! Eventually, he would stalk off and pout, thinking about the loss of his own child. Then he would return and glare at her for the next 9 months. And she would touch his nose with her finger and walk off laughing.

Little John: Safer ground, here. He would be thinking about clothes and shelter and making things for the baby, that he would be sure Robin couldn't handle until it was old enough to walk and talk.

He so loved little children!

Nazir: The dear might even crack a smile. Would that be too much to expect? No, it wouldn't. He would be sober and thoughtful and probably hold her hand a lot, nodding knowingly...about what she would *never* know! Again she laughed.

Gisburne: Well, well... As the newest member (not by choice), he would be worse than Scarlet! And that booming voice of his wouldn't help either! "Oh, just *dandy*! Not enough to be saddled with *Robin*! Now *this*!" Interesting how he always made everything about himself! She still laughed. Then thought, "I think I am getting used to the big oaf!"

Alan-a-Dale: She frowned a little. Strange his showing up like that. She felt Herne had sent him for her for some reason. If it weren't for Tuck, she could easily confide in him. They had a connection, but what was it? She even thought she had `felt' him earlier. Oh well, he would write a fine new lyric to "The Ballad of Robin Hood" and some nice lullabies, too. She was smiling again.

Robin: "All right...let us not go *there*," she thought. She had tried to form the right words in her head, but they kept getting muddled. She was telling him today. First. Letting him get things straight in his mind before telling the others. She knew that if she just got started, the right words would tumble out over each other.

They could go sit by the lake. Yes, that would be the best place.

She would plait flowers in a circle, put them by the lake and place them on her head, like their marriage, when she told him. Yes, this would work out just fine.

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Alan entered the campsite. "All is quiet in Wickham."

"Now that you are gone and the caterwauling has stopped," muttered Gisburne.

Alan just smiled, as Gisburne tried but always failed to get his goat. He turned to Friar Tuck and asked what was for breakfast.

"Did they not feed you earlier?"

"She?"

"Huh? Oh. Well, in that case, *she*."

"Nope. Left straightaway, before first light, just as Robin always tells to do."

Robin Hood looked up from a bow he was restringing. "For a footloose fellow, you certainly do follow directions well. Better than MOST around here." And he eyed the others, noting Little John still wasn't back.

"Ah, but the Lady Marion has tamed me!" A broad smile split his face showing his white perfect teeth, that always seemed out of place in the forest, where little dental care beyond Friar Tuck pulling a tooth or two existed.

Robin cocked an eyebrow and sucked in his lower lip, letting it out slowly.

Alan looked him straight in the eye and hastily added: "She whips my legs with the nearest fallen tree branch!"

Everyone burst into laughter. Ever since the first time Marion had discovered she could defeat the whole bunch of them waving a switch at their legs, she had used it often.

Robin rolled his eyes and slowly shook his head. "Speaking of Marion, she has been gone a good bit. Hope she is all right."

Alan shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, smiling on the inside. Robin would know soon enough.

As if on cue, Marion burst into the clearing holding her skirts high for running.

"There's a noise on the road! Sounds like a rather large party. Shall we give it a go?" she called out without breaking a stride, heading for her longbow and arrows. She dropped the partially plaited flowers on the ground unnoticed.

Everyone went into action immediately and grabbing their gear, as Little John strolled in. They rushed past him and headed for the east side of the clearing. He followed. Robin was the quickest, beating even Marion to the side of the road. It was an exercise they were used to doing and no one had to speak a word.

They came to the edge of woods just behind the party of travelers. With a quick assessment of the wealth of the personage and a headcount of the guards, they swiftly cut across the road and headed straight through the forest. This would bring them out ahead of the party, as the road took a wide long turn just ahead. The band fell into a unified routine using the traps placed in this spot earlier. (They kept many such throughout the forest in strategic spots for quick use.) Darting back across the road, Much and Alan pulled a rope taut and anchored it chest high for a man on horseback. Then they joined the rest in each one's `place'.

The party was making good time and as they turned out of the final bend, the front two riders were knocked back off of their horses. At the same time, Scarlet and Alan dropped out of trees on either side of the road and took out the two men riding behind.

After a short scuffle, the guards were subdued and the rest stepped out into the road surrounding the large carriage, bows pulled taut.

The driver pulled the horses to a stop and dropped the reins, throwing his hands in the air.

"STEP OUT OF THE COACH AND NO ONE WILL BE HURT" Robin yelled.

The door slowly opened and a fat pasty face peered out. "Don't hurt us! We have nothing. Really. Nothing." he whimpered in a thin voice.

"I'll be the judge of that." Scarlet lowered his bow and stepped forward. He reached into the coach and grabbed the man's coat, pulling him out. The man was larger than Scarlet anticipated and his own bulk propelled him to the ground on his belly.

He threw his hands over the back of head and continued to whimper into the ground: "Please do not hurt me, please. All I have is yours."

"Right you are," Scarlet countered and climbed into the coach. "NOTHING IN HERE!" he yelled back.

"Plenty out *here*." came a sarcastic voice.

Everyone whirled to see Sir Richard Fitzgilbert, the Sheriff of Nottingham, sitting astride his horse, with several men holding crossbows right behind him. He had a sardonic smile on his face, very pleased with himself for the clever trap.

Suddenly an arrow flew through the air and hit Fitzgilbert in the arm, knocking him off his horse. The rest of Robin's band either ducked under the coach or ran behind it. The Sheriff's men were thrown into confusion and paused long enough that their wildly fired arrows hit only the side of the coach or flew into the opposite trees.

On the other hand, long practice made Robin's men hit their marks, killing all but two men, who quickly dropped their weapons.

Marion boldly walked over to the Sheriff and looked down at him. "Oops..." she smiled. (Nothing could spoil this day....)

The Sheriff was clutching his right arm to his side, looking at the arrow sticking out of the upper part.

"Bet that hurts." Scarlet said sarcastically.

"Burns like fire," he mumbled through his clenched teeth.

"Oh, sorry...I meant your pride..."

The Sheriff stared up at Scarlet and his face turned livid with anger. "You think you are SO clever."

"I do not *think*..."

"Which is often his problem..." Robin cut in, walking up to stand next to Marion across from Scarlet.

"ROBIN!" Marion countered, but could barely hide the smile on her face.

Friar Tuck joined them. "Children, children, can you not see that a man is lying here hurt?"

"Where?" Little John joined in. "I do not see a `man', just a wounded sheep."

"Are sheep as valuable as deer?" Much asked.

"More so to me..." Little John sighed, suddenly transported to his imaginary sheep farm in Northern England.

Friar Tuck started to cluck at all of them and squatted down next the Sheriff. "Well, I shall have to pull it out and make a poultice, before we send him back to Nottingham. We cannot have the Sheriff saying forest folk treat people badly."

"I *am* the *sheriff*, you Wolfshead!"

"Now, now, what did I say about children...? Much! Run and get me my medicine kit. Nazir? You know what herbs I need. Never let it be said we robbed people and then let them bleed to death. That will never do. Our reputations could be on the line."

Gisburne stood across the road and slowly pounded his head against the nearest tree. Everyone ignored him. "This is a sad day. A sad, sad day."

"Oy! They *all* are with you, mate!" Scarlet hollered.

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Later, towards noon, the men were putting the Sheriff and his men on their horses.

"Have a pleasant trip." Scarlet mumbled.

"Oh, wait! They have not heard my new verses!" Alan called out.

"Oy! Even, *I* think they have suffered enough."

"EXCUSE ME?????"

The shout frightened a loose horse near Robin and it reared up striking him in the forehead. Robin fell in the road.

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Robin woke up at the camp with his head throbbing. "I CANNOT SEE!" he shouted. "WHERE AM I? I CANNOT SEE!"

"Lie still, Robin," Friar Tuck spoke. "The wound is not that bad. You should have your vision back in no time. Happens to many around here all the time, you know that."

Marion had put her newly felt motherly skills to work on Robin as soon as they had reached the campsite. She had let Tuck take over, only when she was pulled back by Alan. Friar Tuck had cleaned the wound and declared it not very deep. "Vision might be blurred for a while, though..." After that, Marion had taken Robin in her arms and cuddled close to him on their blankets.

"What is happening to my perfect day?" she thought, and rested her head on his chest. His steadily beating heart made her feel better. She trusted Tuck and the sound was what she went to sleep to every night. She had dropped off just listening to it now. Her dreams were filled with images of Robin and herself: the first meeting at the castle when he had called her his `May Morning', their first kiss, their lovemaking, and finally that nightmare that often intruded in on her lovely dreams, when Robin was shot and she had thought he was dead. His shouting had awakened her and she nearly bumped the top of her head against his chin as he tried to sit up.

She sat up and cradled his head in her lap. As she stroked his long brown hair, she murmured: "'Tis all right, my love. `Tis all right. I am here and we are safe."

She had no more uttered the words, when men jumped into the clearing and attacked them.

Everyone started to fight the strangers, while Robin got up onto his hands and knees and crawled away. His vision was slowly returning and he could see shapes and hear the struggle. "Marion!

Where is Marion?" he thought. He made it to the edge of the clearing and turned around into a sitting position. He squinted and tried to make out what was happening. He knew better than to cry out and possibly distract someone, leaving them vulnerable to attack.

The stray outlaws began to realize that this was not the easy pickings they had imagined.

"LEAVE OFF!" the leader shouted to his ragtag bunch and those who could, turned and ran, leaving wounded colleagues behind. The leader, a tall dirty man with tattered clothes and wild stringy hair, suddenly grabbed Marion, threw her over his shoulder and ran after them.

Marion kicked her legs and pounded her fists against his back, but he paid no heed and ran on. "At least I have meself a pretty wench for me pains," he thought.

The men were pulled themselves together, when they heard Marion's scream in the distance.

"MARION!" shouted everyone at once. And they ran off after her. Robin was still sitting at the side looking at the blurs until none were left. His ears were ringing between the blow and all the recent shouting and clashing of swords. When he finally realized what had happened, he cried out "MARION!" and stood and staggered across the clearing after them.

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The dirty man stopped for a moment and put Marion on her feet and promptly headbutted her before she could react. He then rethrew her now limp body over his shoulder and started off to the right. In a short time, with footsteps pounding closer behind him, he slowed and stopped in front of a very large rock with forest floor growth covering it. Pushing the vines to one side, he threw Marion into a large hollow and dived in after her, letting the vines drop behind him. In less than a minute, he heard the footsteps running past them and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He would wait a few minutes, in case they came back and smiled in the darkness at his hideout. He put his hand out and felt Marion's curly hair. He let his fingers slide down her face and neck, and paused for a moment to fondle her small breasts, then continued down across her still flat belly. "She will be a fine prize for this day's work," he thought. "And I will make her pay and pay for my losses." Marion groaned softly and the man said aloud: "You will be doin' more than groanin', my wench, when I am servicin' your needs. You will scream with delight. Or not...it matters little to me." He licked his lips and with his hand still on her belly, leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth.

This brought Marion fully awake and she tried to push him away, but the rock hollow was too small. He laughed and tried to kiss her again. This time she screamed and started to punch and kick.

"MARION?" a familiar voice called out. "MARION? IS THAT YOU?"

"ROBIN! I AM IN HERE!"

"Shut up, whore!" he breathed in her ear and slapped her hard across the face.

Stunned, Marion fell back and the man, using her belly as a brace, pushed himself up and lunged out of the hole.

All Robin saw was a large blur charging toward him. He tried to brace himself, but was still feeling weak. At first, he couldn't believe his luck at hearing Marion's voice as he stumbled almost blindly through the forest, trying to follow his men. Now, he was trapped.

Robin when down with a thud, the dirty robber on top of him, his hands around Robin's neck. Robin let his mind go into defense mode.

He brought his hands together and threw them apart as hard as he could. He thought he was going to black out, when he felt his arms connect with the robber's and the hands flew off of him. Of course, the blow and surprise knocked the thief forward to land fully on Robin.

Robin grabbed him, pinning his arms and using his own foot and leg as a lever, pushed sideways so that Robin was now on top of the stunned man. The fighting began in earnest and they rolled and punched each other on the ground. Unfortunately, two of the robber's cohorts ran to their leader's defense and grabbed Robin pulling him to his feet. The robber jumped up and landed blows to Robin's chin and stomach. He was set to punch again, when Robin's band burst onto the scene and jumped the other two men.

The robber turned and started to run, but Robin gasped in some air and took off after the blurred figure. Marion stumbled out of the hole just in time to see them and went off after them. She was feeling bloodied and in a lot of pain in her abdomen. When she caught up with them, she was nearly doubled over with the pain. She looked up and saw the two men struggle at the edge of a steep hill.

Robin went over and was hanging on by his fingers. The thief started to step on them, when Marion ran and lunged at him. The two flipped over Robin and rolled down the hill. The thief rolled all the way to the bottom, hitting his head on a rock, and Marion stopped halfway down. Robin turned and skidded down the hill on his rear end until he reached Marion. She seemed to be covered in blood, top to bottom.

"MARION! MY LOVE!" Robin cried and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her head to his chest, just as his men reached the top of the hill and looked down. Scarlet and Alan half ran and half stumbled down to them.

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As they entered Wickham, Alan suggested taking Marion straight to the `healing woman's cottage. Everyone knew that she had a reputation of being a witch, but so far had escaped any accusations.

"I'll take her myself," Alan said grabbing the litter and stalking off.

Robin tried to protest, but slipped into blackness again. The men stood for a moment watching Alan walk away with Marion, but quickly turned their attention to Robin. Friar Tuck decided not to follow as he had a `feeling' that Alan knew something about Marion's injuries that the others did not. She was losing a lot of blood for the extent of her fall, and he couldn't explain it himself. He watched as Alan took her inside, without knocking, and come back out only a minute or two later.

He walked back directly to Friar Tuck and said: "She will be all right now, but say a special prayer for her, she will be needing it in the coming days." With that, he turned on his heel and went to be with the others. Friar Tuck bowed his head and thought: "I must trust this to The Lord. It is something not for my knowing. If my little flower wants to tell me someday, she will." And, he too, walked to the men to form a small camp outside of the village.

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It was only a few days for Robin's recovery, but it took over a week for Marion to feel up to travelling. Even then, they walked slowly through the woods with Marion on horseback.

When they reached their main campsite, they settled her in as comfortably as possible and Friar Tuck set about making some good soup and fixing some potion `the healer' had instructed him to use for a few more days.

Alan wandered a bit around the camp, keeping to himself.

Unusual, at best...too quiet at the worst. He walked to the edge and spied something on the ground. It was the remains of the plaited flowers, Marion had dropped. Alan picked them up and put them in the pouch he carried around his waist. He finally settled in a soft spot next to a tree and got out his writing materials. He knew this would make a fine set of new verses to "The Ballad of Robin Hood", but the words wouldn't come. Other words filled his head, not the ones he wanted.

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Three weeks later, Marion and Robin sat at the edge of the lake.

"Everything will be all right, my love." Robin said.

Marion cuddled into him and felt the warmth of his body, his arm around her shoulders. She wanted to tell him. To share with him her real pain. This was the spot she was to tell him of his child, but now, perhaps, this was the spot to tell him of the loss.

"When you were shot," Robin interrupted her thoughts, "and I took you to the `wheel of stones' and Herne saved you, I knew I loved you, but I was still feeling confused about it. I thought you were too young and still so innocent. And that I was near to being the same. The men were *just* teaching me to fight and I was trying to understand that I must be a *leader*. It was all so much. Actually, mayhap, I was thinking more of myself than of you.

"This time, when I saw you lying there, my thoughts were so different. I knew that you had saved me, but it was more than being grateful. As I held you in my arms, I saw things in my mind. I saw us being together and having a family. Perhaps actually finding what I could do in life to earn a *real* living.

"While you were ill, I thought over my life. I have died twice and been brought back, but this time we know that it will be my last life. I want to think of no one but myself ever touching you, holding you, making love to you. But I keep feeling my life is destined to be short."

Marion started to interrupt him, but he held up his hand to silence her.

"Let me finish, before I lose my nerve.

"You are so young and beautiful. So full of life. You should be a mother and have laughing children playing around your skirts.

"So I want you to promise me, that if I die, you will find another to take my place. I feel easy now, knowing I will always be your first love, but there will be another waiting for you. I know that Herne will protect you always. I am resigned to that. As repugnant as the thought of my death is, I know it will be for the good of England and her people.

"Meanwhile, I will try my best, for all of you, to stay alive and free you from this oppression. I have accepted that it was not just YOUR love, but the cry of the people, that brought me back this time. I have more to think of than just myself and my own needs.

"Until then, I will love and take care of you as best as I can, my May morning. And YOU must promise to not mourn me for too long, if I die. Will you do that for me, Marion?"

Marion didn't look up at him. The tears were pouring down her face. "I will, Robin." she whispered.

He hugged her closer and they sat and looked out at the lake.

Marion knew then that she could never tell Robin that she lost his child saving his life. He would never forgive himself. SHE could forgive, but HE never would. "To keep this to myself forever will be the hardest thing I ever do." she thought.

Then a vaguely familiar voice drifted into her head. "You are not alone, Marion. `I' know. And I will never tell. But you are not alone. It will stay with me. Nothing is forgotten. Nothing is *ever* forgotten."

Marion decided that it was Herne's voice and she felt comforted. She let her body go limp against Robin's and they watched the sun set behind the trees.

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Alan had followed them at a distance. He had to be careful, as Robin was getting better at hearing every sound around him in the forest. When they crossed the clearing to the lake, he sat down against a tree and watched them. "What will Robin think?" Alan thought to himself. He pulled a small packet out of his pouch. Very gently, he opened the paper and looked at the dried, plaited flowers inside. For some reason he *needed* to be there when Marion told Robin the news. He knew he couldn't go and comfort them, but just being there would help. At least, it would help *him*.

He watched Robin put his arm around Marion's shoulders and start to talk. He talked and talked. Alan began to see something in the way Marion was holding herself. Her body language told him all he needed to know. When Robin stopped talking, Marion just leaned deeper against him. Alan felt he could `hear' Marion's few words.

He knew then, that she had changed her mind. She would never tell Robin of their loss. Alan's eyes filled with tears and he tried to send his thoughts of reassurance to her. Did she hear them? He would never know.

He kept looking at the flowers. The men were beginning to look at him expectantly, waiting for the new verses to this latest chapter in "The Ballad of Robin Hood". All he had was the verse he had written in secret, never to be heard by anyone:

"No one would know the price she paid,
The secret held for good.
Her tears she'd hide within her heart
In the trees of deep Sherwood, Sherwood,
Their home in green Sherwood."

Suddenly, Alan felt a relief sweep over him and his spirits lifted. Marion was all right with her decision, and now, so was he. He quietly stood up and walked back to camp. Along the way, the words of what had happened to them tumbled over one another in his head. Soon, he would be able to sing them. He could deliver them with the seriousness of the situation, but he would be able to smile inside again.

"TOGETHER WE" FILLS THE SCREEN.
THE CAMERA SHOWS THE BACKS OF ROBIN AND MARION FROM ACROSS THE
CLEARING.
MUSIC GOES INTO CLOSING THEME.
ROLL CREDITS.
THE END.



josh emmett
gabriels_girl@yahoo.com

All I Have
by Beth Nielson Chapman and Eric Kaz

You can say you love me
And I'll believe that's true
Trusting you is easy
`Cause I believe in you
There is nothing I would miss
As long as we're in love like this

All I have is all I need
And it all comes down to you and me
How far away this world becomes
In the harbor of each other's arms

I feel like I've know you forever and ever
Baby that's how close we are
Right here with you is where my life has come together
And where love has filled my heart
You know I'd go anywhere
As long as I have you to care

All I have is all I need
And it all comes down to you and me
How far away this world becomes
In the harbor of each other's arms

Ooh- and with you the love you bring
I never want for anything
I found what I've been searching for in you

All I have is all I need
And it all comes down to you and me
How far away this world becomes
In the harbor of each other's arms