TINY GODDESS
Paroles et musique: Spyropoulos, Singer, Campbell-Lyons, 1968

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace

That certain smile upon your face

Is telling me what's to be when he leaves

In a room just five foot eight

I sit alone and I will wait

To hear from him, to wait for him to call me

Don't let him humour me

With letters I won't read

Please sympathise with me

If only you could speak

Photograph that's in my case

Will travel with me every place

Reminding me

What to be for his love

Orchards smell of sweet perfume

The mountain side is now in bloom

And I am here

Waiting for his company

Don't let him humour me

With letters I won't read

The clock's at half past three

It's stopped awake like me

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace

That certain smile upon your face

Is telling me what's to be when he leaves

In a room just five foot eight

I sit alone and I will wait

To hear from him, to wait for him to call me