when evening comes
on tired legs
I follow you
lonely as I am
I fall into your arms
and cursed be the day
I hurt you so
I couldn’t sleep
sorry as I was
I’d fall into your arms

talk to me love
confide or complain or tell me again
what you’re thinking of
…well even if you’ve got nothing to say
you are
my little one
my tangerine
ripe enough to peel
I fall into your arms
let day be night, let time run free
I wouldn’t cry if I was
over sixty three
I would fall into your arms