A harried mother
Is an underpaid workhorse
She's a miracle.
She's a miracle
the rising sun that beckons
dew to greet the grass
Dew to greet the grass,
tears christen babies' faces
and we smile softly.
And we smile softly
I and the world beneath me
Foot step on ivy
Foot step on ivy
marks my path through your garden.
Was my presence sensed?
Was my presence sensed?
Did my breath echo amid
Your dreams, sweet lover?
Your dreams, sweet lover,
Are of destruction and war;
Mine are of statues.
Mine are of statues
Said the golden leaf of grass
Columns in the earth
Columns in the earth
arising from the rubble
reminders of past
Reminders of past
There is a picture of you
pressed into my heart
Pressed into my heart
is the knife you just put there.
Please, remove it, ma'am!
Please, remove it, ma'am
Your hand on my stiff...shoulder
Feels cold and languid
Feels cold and languid
your loveless grip on my soul
please release me now!
Please release me now
Let me fly to the poplar
And reign supremely
And reign supremely,
my imaginery throne
thronged by my subjects
Thronged by my subjects
What man is this who beckons
Tulips to his side?
Tulips to his side?
Was he vacating in Amsterdam?
That is a port
That is a port, though
I yearn for places distant
Yet close to your heart
yet close to your heart
your truths are guarded tonight
trust is elusive
trust is elusive?
Yet Shazzer is so sexy
Does she blush?
