'vinylrotation.org' | the fine art of record covers and sleeves

My Lady

I see her sailing on her silver wings
With hands that move like little trees
Alive and bending in my raging storm
to a heartbeat my lady lives for me

Out of the country to my city life
All wrapped in dreams she wears like pearls
She dances to the music that I play for her
And my lady is the softness in my world

Coming back from the mountain
My lady waits for me

In paint and ribbons and her coloured shells
All she imagines for my days
And weaves a life that is feeling good for me
And my lady hears every note I play

My rooms are filled with all she's made by hand
My songs are filled with all her rhymes
My heart is filled with the work that we've been doing
And the children we'll be having all in good time

(Laing and Pappalardi ~ Collins)