I could have written a story



Out of those three words



But as it stands



My organ's pumping notes



To the skill of your smile



All the while I ask for flowers



To be placed by your cheek



So the mornin' is sweet



The pleasure is close



Tick tick tick tick my dear



Can't you see?



I could have written a story



Out of I love you



I could have given



I could have given something new



But as it stands



My organ's humpin somethin' old



And all the while I ask for flowers to be



Placed by your cheek



So the mornin is sweet...



Somehow



From beginning to end



Is right here



Holding your hand



And shining your shoes



And pouring the wine



And lately, seems like everything



I'm a slave, I'm a master



And sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soul



And sometimes my fingers walk round my eyes



And precious thoughts, and diamond dreams



Somehow, from beginning to end



Is right here holding your hand



(Wednesday will come)