| Song | Eve |
| Artist | Carpenters |
| Album | The Essential Collection 1965 - 1997 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:John Bettis Music:Richard Carpenter | |
| Eve I can't believe that you could mean what you just said, | |
| Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, | |
| Look into the mirror--nothing there to see, | |
| Eve I can't believe you'd really leave him. | |
| Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she's become, | |
| Just once I'd like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
| Eve I wouldn't lie, the open sky is not your home, | |
| Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, | |
| Thorns among the roses add to what is real, | |
| Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. | |
| Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she's become, | |
| Just once I'd like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
| I wish her only good times, before the winter comes. |
| Lyrics: John Bettis Music: Richard Carpenter | |
| Eve I can' t believe that you could mean what you just said, | |
| Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, | |
| Look into the mirrornothing there to see, | |
| Eve I can' t believe you' d really leave him. | |
| Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
| Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
| Eve I wouldn' t lie, the open sky is not your home, | |
| Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, | |
| Thorns among the roses add to what is real, | |
| Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. | |
| Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
| Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
| I wish her only good times, before the winter comes. |
| Lyrics: John Bettis Music: Richard Carpenter | |
| Eve I can' t believe that you could mean what you just said, | |
| Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, | |
| Look into the mirrornothing there to see, | |
| Eve I can' t believe you' d really leave him. | |
| Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
| Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
| Eve I wouldn' t lie, the open sky is not your home, | |
| Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, | |
| Thorns among the roses add to what is real, | |
| Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. | |
| Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
| Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
| I wish her only good times, before the winter comes. |