Baby Dee My Love Has Made A Fool Of Me
My love has made a fool of me
Unwise enough to know
That roses on a thistle grow
And I shall climb for kisses every day
In such a shameless rush
That every other rose will blush and say
Ah love
What foolery
My love has made a fool of me
My love has mad a moon of me
A rising smile of light
So sickle sharp and starry bright
That I shall climb for kisses every day
In such a shameless rush
That every cloud above will blush and say
Ah love
What lunacy
My love has made a moon me
My love has made a song of me
To know by heart and sing
And ride on his remembering
That I shall climb for kisses every day
In such a shameless rush
That when he sings my love will blush and say
Ah love
How comforting
My love has made a song of me
My love has made a stone of me
That wants to be a star
What faith could take a stone so far
And pierce the clouds that mock my day
With nature's one straight line
That shaft of light that loves to shine
Your love
How comforting
That love
That foolish little moon
That starry little stone
The comfort of my heart
Come home.
