The product of a few fleeting moments of creativity on the terrace.
Lady in Black
Lyrics:
Amidst the pretty lil flowers,
Bathed in early morning showers,
Through the tiny lil frocks
And those curly lil locks,
She walks through the door,
Waves crash against the shore,
She is the lady in black.
In the crowd, yet alone,
Seated high on her throne,
With that smirk on her face,
And an aura of grace,
She looks upon us all
But she sees through my soul.
She is the lady in black.
When she gives me her look,
My minds an open book,
That she can see through,
And read through,
And maybe even walk through
But she speaks not a word,
Oh this song she hasn’t heard,
‘Cause she is the lady in black.
Oh the depth of her gaze,
Never ceases to amaze,
The sound of her boots,
Oh they shake me to my roots,
When she walks the corridor,
Oh my heart ’tis on the floor,
She is the lady in black.
I try to speak my mind,
But those words I never find.
I try to sing this song,
But she’ll never sing along,
I try to get a lil close,
But she bids me adios,
’cause she is the lady in black.
When she gives me her look,
My minds an open book,
That she can see through,
And read through,
And maybe even walk through
But she speaks not a word,
Oh this song she hasn’t heard,
’cause she is the lady in black.