Tribe Serenade
(Terri) I am painting here with the lights off Making swirls with the paintbrush You say-what could this be of? We're laughing, neighbors they make fuss Then you serenade me Lucky lucky me You are lagging behind in the dark wood I turn, retrace all my footsteps You leap out from a tall tree I jump, a plot just to kiss me I am waiting still as the nights are Listening, practice your guitar Watching all of the sky's stars Listening, practice your guitar