DEEP PURPLE



When the deep purple falls

over sleepy garden walls

and the stars begin to flicker in the sky

thru the mist of a memory

you wander back to me

breathing my name with a sigh.



In the still of the night

once again I hold you tight.

Tho' you're gone your love lives on when moonlight beams

and as long as my heart will beat,

lover, we'll always meet

here in my deep purple dreams.



- Mitchell Parish