A Month's Worth of Music (Lyrics)
Usually November is my month to post lyrics, one song a day... I've been a wee bit distracted, but better late....
"And Then You're Gone"
My dear Lorenzo
You take my hand
And understand
The tears that I have cried
We light the candles
And pour the wine
And laugh as if
You'll never leave my side
You take me
In your arms and tell me
That I'll always be the only one...
And then you're gone!
You come to see me
On a Saturday
Presenting peonies
Knowing just what to say
We dance until
The break of dawn
I turn my back
And now you're gone
Swirling in a sea of stars
Twirling to the strum of guitars
No one tangos quite the way you do
But now my dancing days with you are through
You think I miss you
Each time you disappear
Maybe I used to
But it's becoming clear
I know your tricks
I've heard your song
You swear your love
And then you're gone
Remember last time
It was a perfect day
You took me sailing
And then you sailed away
Now here you are
Outside my door
You want back in
Just like before
Well, save your breath
Don't make me yawn
You've had your chance
Now, just be gone
After Franz Schubert's Fantasy in F-minor, Op. 103, for piano four-hands
Pink Martini
"And Then You're Gone"
My dear Lorenzo
You take my hand
And understand
The tears that I have cried
We light the candles
And pour the wine
And laugh as if
You'll never leave my side
You take me
In your arms and tell me
That I'll always be the only one...
And then you're gone!
You come to see me
On a Saturday
Presenting peonies
Knowing just what to say
We dance until
The break of dawn
I turn my back
And now you're gone
Swirling in a sea of stars
Twirling to the strum of guitars
No one tangos quite the way you do
But now my dancing days with you are through
You think I miss you
Each time you disappear
Maybe I used to
But it's becoming clear
I know your tricks
I've heard your song
You swear your love
And then you're gone
Remember last time
It was a perfect day
You took me sailing
And then you sailed away
Now here you are
Outside my door
You want back in
Just like before
Well, save your breath
Don't make me yawn
You've had your chance
Now, just be gone
After Franz Schubert's Fantasy in F-minor, Op. 103, for piano four-hands
Pink Martini
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