It have turned into pretty flowers, to blossom and bloom?
Kissing each other, each day’s mornings, and noon?
With baby in its cradle I sitting across you at the table.
As our lips and tongue together meet, sharing togetherness sweet.
If our loves was allowed to grow would it have revealed my feelings
In my heart to say I vowed never to rip your heart apart
You’re the joy to my heart, the filler to my cup, darling I needed every drop .
Had our loves been allowed to grow, could you have seen
Money could stand apart; money is never enough to lose ones heart.
Blinded from not being able to see what between us could be,
Instead we feel, and find ourselves alone.
Life has ways of showing what to see, learn and understand
It’s three times you’ve said no.
What does it show? No baby in its cradle.
No me across you at the table, or for you to find I’m able!
No me to sponge you down, no me to rub you down, or
To kiss your lips, squeeze your hands, read for you a verse or two.
It had started going wrong with no money in hand, no strength to sing sweet songs, I just went along these are some of the ways, life reveals its hand.
Had our loves been allowed to grow, who to see now, for us love could be?