Music & Lyrics Fred Dawson
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Broken String of Pearls
Geese on the wing,
devil choir in flight.
Comin’ of the spring
should make us lovers tonight.
But you seem so strange,
the moonlight in your curls,
your feelings disarranged
like a broken string of pearls.
Well, you can go, but you know true love,
it ain’t falling from the trees.
And it’s so hard to find when you’re
so hard to please.
You want to go alone
find a place in the west,
spend your days stoned
with the sun on your breast.
Well, this ain’t no time
to be losin’ a friend.
Water that was wine
we could make it wine again.
Well, you can go, but you know true love,
it ain’t falling from the trees.
And it’s so hard to find when you’re
so hard to please.
Refugee tonight
runnin’ out on yesterday.
I can’t believe you’re right,
but I got nothin’ left to say.
You left me like a fish
on a hook without a line,
and nothin’ I could wish
could put you out of my mind.
Well, you can go, but you know true love,
it ain’t falling from the trees.
And it’s so hard to find when you’re
so hard to please.
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