A Love Song

On a King Street Christmas Nightscape, an after midnight lightscape

You leaned back and I caught you falling in love

Whistling the gladdest of glad scores, while calloused fingerpads four

do rattle black blackened metal picket fences

And we’ll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again

 

Take me to a place where we are sweetgrass basket metro-noming, All our fingers wed as one

Verdant-pastured we are forever-aftering, Nothing but nectar-whispers on my tongue for you

And we’ll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again

 

Cuz you believe in the stars as I do your hazel eyes

Cuz you believe my star-stories are so much more than playful lies

Sweetest friend do you ever stop to wonder

Does the moon wane from the right

As my heart waxeth for you?

I’m gonna tell you that I love you, like I forgot I already told you

Every day and again and again

You might tell me that you love me too, like you forgot you already told me, you

Every day and again and again

And we’ll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again

And we’ll never totter on these cracking sidewalk curbs the same way again

And we’ll never peer down these French Quarter alleys the same way again

 

All because of a King Street Christmas nightscape

on an after midnight lightscape

when you leaned back and I caught you

catching me catching you falling in love