Jack Erdie "My Camille" |
I live to see you in the mornin' Like waking into a dream Twin lakes of blue love adorning A face poured from the pure moonbeams With a smile that, like wine, Brings the fire back to mine If I ask for a sign that it's real God, if God there may be, Would just shake his head at me And demand a doubter's fee for thee, Camille. Old suspicions and fears That've plagued me for years From old poison-tipped spears of betrayal All dissolve in the face Of your honesty and grace And the therapy of your embrace, Camille. I've been on top of the summit. Been in the depths of the sea. And all that I've gotten from it Ain't worth a handful of thee I would trade every crutch, Every wild oat, as such, For your curative touch and appeal Loose the mooring of rote, Set my weathered ship afloat In the waters of my doting, Sweet Camille And we'll chart a course To indulge and endorse All this love, and its source to regale Till we sail to a shore Of a land that's wild and pure Where the anthem evermore is �My Camille� I know I ain't no great thinker. Still I think I can see The custom craftsmanship of heaven Whenever you're in front of me Did the Maker foresee All the mischief in me Self-destruct and, for balance, instill Wealth of beauty and gentleness, Angel elegance, All in you, or else by accident, Camille? And when all that remains Of my body and brains Is a gleam on my soul's windowsill In between, come what may, On my last, dying day I will sputter, if not say, �Ooooweee, Camille!� Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |