You're missing a line, Joe. It involves the phrase "faith of a child, when nothing remains to cover her eyes." Susan and I sang this for a UU service we did on the songs of Dave Carter, what we have for the counter point is:
Love's garden of thorns, how it grows
black crow is the corn hummin' low
Brake nettle so pretty and wild
and thistles surround the edge of the
Dim dark hour as the sun moves away
Lamenting a lost summer day
who nurtures the faith of a child
when nothing remains to cover her eyes

(Tracy sings) My body has a number, maybe my face has a name
each hour like each hour before
this longing is a voice on the wind
she cultivates the wages of sin
In a tanglewood tree. (while Dave sings the my body verse as written above)

Hope this helps.