Got ripplin waters to wake me

To be more than my woman in love

All pine trees are pointin to see easily

To see heaven above



Blue spruce flamin on the grate in the evening

Takes the chill away fine

Cut the telephone line

The storys the same



Theres a worn red chair by the window

That you found at a sale down the way

When some old women said that they

Needed more room for the winter



People like pullin at the stuffing

When they sit down

So it passes the time

Cut the telephone line

The storys the same



Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day

Start to flutter when I hear you say

That you feel too good to go away

And you make me feel fine

And you made the world a warmer place

By the sparkle of your diamond face

On a gray spot with a little lace

And you make me feel fine

Warm as a mountain in sunshine

On the edge of the snowline

In a meadow of columbine



Oh little Gennifer

Id give a penny for

What youve got on your mind

Seems like most of the time youre lyin there dreamin



Maybe in your vision you see how

Our mission is slightly less than divine

Cut the telephone line

The storys the same



Now, ripplin waters flow through the ceiling

And the walls there, their keepin me warm

And the closest Ive been with my family for days

Is my music



But the silently stare in the morning sky

Is like hearing her calling my name

Cut the telephone line

The story might change



Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day

Start to flutter when I hear you say

That you feel too good to go away

And you make me feel fine

Warm as a mountain sunshine

On the edge of the snowline

In a meadow of columbine