When the last log’s burnt to a pile of amber and the stars take over the night, I’m happy just to be here with you. Let’s see what happiness returns tomorrow, we’ll start the day with a tune, sing baby, I’ll do anything with you.
Don’t think that I would rather be anywhere other than bringing you coffee in bed. But you and I both know when the breeze is a callin, you live ndand die at the mercy of wind.
Your long soft hair intoxicates me, sometimes I get too dizzy to see just 2 feet in front of me. And every minute feels like an hour, every day eternity, any time your not with me.
Don’ think that I wouldn’t rather, be anywhere other, than writing you love songs all day. But you and I can recall a time of wonder, with a wishful, whispering wind.
I fell to my knees and prayed. Lord, Please save me another day. The wind blew mercifully my way. And so my life began.
The energies conspire so nicely, the sum of which is hard to explain…far greater than you or me. Tomorrow’s outlook appears to be brighter, when we’re not secretly afraid of the wind, cheers to what we hope to see.