We would sweat and mourn. Until the neediness was gone. In one another's arms. All through the night. . You would cry out my name. As we were drawn into the flames.
Apples dipped in candy. Sweet potato eye. One is for your belly. The other's for your mind. . Day off on Sunday. When the rent is not behind. Well, that's the way it goes.
Goodnight my love, goodnight. May all your dreams come true. And may God be with you. Goodnight my love, goodnight. . Now close your sleepy eyes. And sail into the skies.
POISON RED BERRIES. Writer Mickey Newbury. Copyright 1969. . You know I don't think much about her anymore. Seldom if ever does she cross my mind. Yesterday's gone Lord it's better forgotten.
I turned down the covers on a bed where two lovers. Found reasons to face each new day. In a room full of memories, in a house built for love. On a street down in Swiss Cottage Place.
Mickey Newbury. . All of my life it's been the same. I found a pot of gold, just a rusty chain.. I dealt a winnin' hand in a losin' game, oh, I'm lookin' for the sunshine, livin' on the rain..
We would sweat and mourn. Until the neediness was gone. In one another's arms. All through the night. . You would cry out my name. As we were drawn into the flames.
I'm like a feather in the wind. I cannot fly, I cannot fall. Like a tree that cannot bend. In the end, I'll lose it all. . In my need to free this dreamer.
Once they were lovers, but now they are not friends. She's found another, he says it's the end. To think they once tore down a wall of a door. Now they don't speak anymore.
Goodnight my love, goodnight. May all your dreams come true. And may God be with you. Goodnight my love, goodnight. . Now close your sleepy eyes. And sail into the skies.
Apples dipped in candy. Sweet potato eye. One is for your belly. The other's for your mind. . Day off on Sunday. When the rent is not behind. Well, that's the way it goes.
Here's to your future my darling your health and your happiness too. And here's to the ends of my world you said forever well here's to forever and you.
Harlequin melodies a trip through the night's fantasies. Where baby red roses endlessly wind. Their way through the meadows of mine sleepy mind. Gently my love come to me cool is the grass neath the tree.