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