from the CD CRAYONS


There's a feeling in this kind of night
When the air is full of Gulf wind
And seafoam mist just kissed my tongue
And I can feel you touch me

It's the sound of your laughter
That I miss most these days
As echoes from your cool green eyes
Grow louder

And if  I never told you how my heart
Was fragile as a bird's wing
I guess instead of silence
My phone might ring

And are you on some foreign shore
With the sun around your shoulders
While some must dwell in paler shades
Remembering old lovers

There's something 'bout this kind of night
So sad and yet familiar
I must have known it as a child
It blows right through my window

Mimosa blossoms fill the night
Sweet Gardenia wine
The wind is from the South again
And you are on the line

Words and music copyright ©1995 Betty Elders/ Whistling Pig Music (ASCAP) administered by BUG Music
All rights reserved. Unathorized duplication prohibited.

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