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I got rippling waters to wake me |
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To the morning, my woman and love |
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Our tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above |
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Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening |
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Takes the chill away fine |
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Cut the telephone line and the story's the same |
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There's an old red chair by our window |
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That we found at a sale down the lane |
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Some old women said they needed more room for the winter |
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People like to pull out the stuffing when they sit down |
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So it passes the time |
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Cut the telephone line and the story's the same |
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Blow like a bubble on a windy day |
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Start to flutter when i hear you say |
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That you feel to good to go away |
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And you make me feel fine |
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You've made my world a warmer place |
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By the sparkle of your diamond face |
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On a frayed spot, put a little lace |
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And you make me feel fine |
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Warm as the mountain sunshine |
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On the edge of the snowline |
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In a meadow of columbine |
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Oh, little jennifer, i'd give a penny for |
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What you've got on your mind |
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It seems like most of the time you're lying here dreaming. |
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Maybe in your vision you've seen how our mission is slightly less than divine |
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Cut the telephone line and the story's the same |
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Yep, now rippling waters flow through pipes |
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In the walls and they're keeping me warm |
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And the closest i've been tomy family for days is our music |
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You can silently stare in themorning sky |
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It's like hearing her calling my name |
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Cut the telephone line and the story might change |
