Charlie, do you recall the afternoon
sound of the spring rain from our bedroom
Charlie, looking back it really seems
That was the sound of our dreams
dancing on the roof of our
Blue house at 115 Holmes, you said
“I will plant trees in the yard to grow old with you,
Judy, we’ll buy a two story house and we’ll paint it blue”
Nightly, wine beside the baby grand
Nocturnes and minuets to fill up the air in here
Charlie, before the morning’s had a chance
to spring from the dawn you still
cover me like dew on the lawn of our
Blue house at 115 Holmes, you said
“I will plant trees in the yard to grow old with you,
Judy, we’ll buy a two story house and we’ll paint it blue”