The Barefoot Balladeer |

You stand like a willow
That’s gently blown in spring
The barefoot balladeer
To you now I sing

Your pictures do you no justice
For they rob you of your guile
True life is incomparable
I could die for your smile

Your voice sure-fired pierces me
Right to the very heart
When your song’s blithe seduction ends
I want it new to start

Your eyes I could drown in
I could fall for your charms
If you gave me but one chance
I’d claim you in my arms

Your cupid lips I would kiss
And I’d tousle more your hair
If I could lie with you the night long
I could go without a care