Red Heart, Blue Heart

Fields of lilacs, happy birds Chirping in the trees Lakefront breakfast, old wind chimes Clanging in the breeze Sitting with the one I love Sipping French Press roast Looking deep into her eyes Giving her the most Attention I can give Listening to every word That comes from her mouth to my ears And hearing what I've heard She really has alot to say She's very sharp and smart And I'd do well to take it in And make it all a part Of what I think and what I do She's worth her weight in gold To this troubadour with the red guitar Who on this bluebird's sold