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 aboveBlue spruce flamin on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line, the storys the sameTheres 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 winterPeople like pullin at the stuffing
When they sit down so it passes the time
Cut the telephone line, the storys the sameOoh, 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 fineAnd 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 fineWarm as a mountain in sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbineOh little Jennifer Id give a penny for
What youve got on your mind
Seems like most of the time youre lyin there dreaminMaybe in your vision you see how
Our mission is slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line the storys the sameNow, 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 musicBut the silently stare in the morning sky
Is like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line, the story might changeOoh, 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 fineWarm as a mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine