[I found a tiny piece of paper in Mom's trash before I moved her to New York. It was a poem called "Song"
She'd scribbled in the margin, "probably written around 1950 - should we sell it to Hallmark Cards?"
I decided I'd better finish it. It's my endowment.]
Well I'd like to learn a lot about a little bit of you
I'd like to learn what's hidden there behind those eyes of blue
You look at me and make me smile, and I don't know just why
I want to learn about those eyes that make me want to cry
Your eyes so blue
My love, it's true
Your eyes and my tears
You know the only place I feel at home
Is here alone with you my dear, it's true
Poetry is easy, it's the truth that takes its toll
So we'd build it up to tear it down and patch it back to whole
Through Tokyo and London and Chicago and Vermont
I never thought I'd be the one still singing you this song
Your eyes so blue
My love, it's true
Your eyes and my tears
You know the only place I feel at home
Is here alone with you my dear, it's true
There's no one else for me but you
And now I know a lot about a little bit of you
The innocence and the ignorance and the love that got us through
'Cause you're the one I want to learn by heart before I die
It's still your eyes that make me smile, and it's still your eyes that make me cry
Your eyes so blue
My love, it's true
Your eyes and my tears
You know the only place I feel at home
Is here alone, here alone
Your eyes so blue
My love, it's true
Your eyes and my tears
You know the only place I feel at home
Is here alone with you my dear, it's true
There's no one else for me but you
