Patient child dry your eyes, won’t be told harmless lies.
March of solemn bare-foot tread, but I am far too full of love to bat an eyelid.
“I’m not tired, so leave the light, sing my rhyme I’ll click along Mother”
Forget foxes in the garden, tell your father I’ve been smiling
I’m not tired, Simon’s calling from down by our bed
Sing my rhyme I’ll strum along lover, lover of mine.
from One, For Words,
released August 27, 2012
Copyright Julia and Matthew Lowe 2012
Published by Beatnik Geek Records 2012