@migu music@

I've got ripplin' water to wake me

To the mornin', my woman and love

And 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 a worn red chair by the window

That we found at a sale down the way

When some old women said that they

Needed more room for the winter

But people like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down

And so it passes the time

Cut the telephone line

The story's the same

Oh, like a bubble on a windy day

I start to flutter when I hear you say

That you feel too good to go away

And you make me feel fine

And you made my world a warmer place

By the sparkling 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 snow line

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 there dreaming

Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is

Slightly less than divine

You cut the telephone line

The story's the same

And now ripplin' waters flow through pipes

In the walls and they're keeping me warm

And the closest I've been to my family

For days is my music

But to silently stare in the morning sky

It's like hearing her calling my name

You cut the telephone line

And the story might change

Oh, like a bubble on a windy day

Start to flutter when I hear you say

That you feel too good to go away

And you make me feel fine

And you made my world a warmer place

By the sparkling 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 snow line

In a meadow of columbine