Oooh.

Ooooh, and all that you see
Ooooh, and all that you percieve in me
In the sliding dancing violins of time.
Ooooh and all that I hear from you,
A beat in that heart of mine.
Oooh, to be taken over and over,
Ooooh my English rose in clover,
Ooooh your caress envelopes my heart
And Katherine with you I never want to part.

Aaah, I am the child, the child within
Aaaah, I am the mild thought again
I am the gentle man; the gentleman;
The sensitive of voices now. The now alive.
The humming choices of soft collusion
Of soft confusion, ah of soft confusion.

I fall into the chorus of Italian pianos;
The flocking chorus of doves swooping
through the wind in the cold moonlight tonight.
And here in the hidden songs of birds
And here in the words I hear them speak
From beak to beak and warbling throat
My cooing woods this gentle watery autumn
lives and seeks out my being.

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Thanks Kate for a great album.

Phil Lowe