It sure was grand I must admit
I'll always think the perfect fit
Was Bluebird and the Troubadour
Tracing fingers, red guitar
Penny, Phil
Brooke and John
Anne and Gilbert
Elsa, Tom
A fire and a big snowstorm
A cozy cabin nice and warm
Paris, France and Veuve Clicquot
And someday maybe, Dos, Uno
Once upon a time
In the context of a rhyme
I asked something of you,
If you would say, I do
No fanfare and no scene
Just cowboy boots and jeans
A flower for your hair
That evening in my chair
A Paris honeymoon
Roll out of bed at noon
Champs Elysees sweatshirt
A floral patterned skirt
A walk out on the rue
Hand in hand us two
A toast of Veuve Clicquot
Forever dos-uno
Outside Nashville somewhere
A cozy cabin there
Hidden out of sight
Lit up by bright starlight
Rustic wooden floor
Boho style decor
I'll bring you through the door
You're all I want, no more
Paris honeymoon, boho
Sleep late, let that rooster crow!
Jeans and boots and off we go
Coffee in a quaint bistro
See the Seine and view its flow
Musée d'Orsay and art nouveau
Nothing rushed, we'll take it slow
No fanfare, we're just layin' low
A picnic with a nice bordeaux
Sit and watch the flowers grow
Pick some dandelions to blow
Until the sunset's final glow
Once in our room let's make it snow
Toast our love with Veuve Clicquot
Sweet music start to make, you know?
You be the strings, I'll be the bow
A single song made by duo
Some gifts we choose to give solo
Up and down and to and fro
Side to side, above, below
All of me to you I'll show
I'll be your troubadour, although
There's not the time to be your beau
I do today for to-morrow
All my dreams of you are sweet
With no one else do you compete
You stand alone I here declare
With no one else do you compare
We'll write our songs both night and day
With no one else I'd rather play
I want to visit Lake Annecy
With no one else, just you and me
A rustic cabin in the woods
With no one else, you pick the books
A private beachfront getaway
With no one else, let's leave today
A flute of frosty Veuve Clicquot
With no one else but you, you know?
A fluffy quilt, soft satin sheets
With no one else, just us beneath
My favorite comfy, cozy chair
With no one else, just us in there
These and more with only you
With no one else I'd want to do
I'll whisk you off to Paris
I'll even fly the plane
There'll only be one passenger
And that one has your name
You'll sit right beside me
I'll show you how it's done
High above the ocean
Towards the rising sun
And then as we approach her
Awakening from the night
Drowsy streets and boulevards
That glorious City of Light!
Bon jour amour, good morning
Parlez vous Francais?
Don't worry, I don't either
We'll take a class one day
A quick nap then we'll get up
Walk to Arc de Triomphe
Arm in arm, boutiquing
For anything you want
May I please have the pleasure
Of taking you by hand?
A touch that I would treasure
My lady, you're so grand
And when day one is over
A toast of Veuve Clicquot
To you my precious sweetheart
Forever I'll you know
Paris has two nicknames
The one I wrote before
It's true, the lights are glorious
But the next one I like more
This name suits it better
It fits us like a glove
Beautiful together
In the City of Love
I'll wait for you at sunset
That month on thirteenth day
We'll share a kiss at twilight
And toast along the way
Veuve Clicquot in fluted,
Crystal champagne glass
A sip of golden nectar
To start us on our path
Full Pink Moon to guide us
A focused beam of light
While stars map constellations
In heavens clear and bright
Silver clouds in motion
Adrift across the sky
There's no one else for miles
It's only you and I
A spring-fed lake reflecting
Your lovely face so fair
Halos formed from frosty mist
Cast highlights 'round your hair
Eyes aquamarine, translucent
My heart pierced through and through
Here I am, your troubadour
Forever I'll love you
.
Hern fantastical sip'd
mine veuve
stare'n up
into mine
Her torso'z frame
Tilted
Back
Mine bedroom'z
Wicker
expose'n mine breakfast
in splender
Yahweh
Made hern to
Be
pluperfect
to mine whole
imaginez
Come for me my sweetheart true
Let me go away with you
To someplace warm with climate fair
Pink coral sand, fresh ocean air
Where music plays all day and night
Where sunset's rays are colored bright
And last for hours while you and me
On a yellow blanket by the sea
Drink a toast of Veuve Clicquot
While somewhere far away there's snow
Should I care? Would you? Not I
I'll be looking at the sky
And getting lost inside the thought
We're here! My dream's no longer sought
This wanting heart received its cure
I'll pinch myself just to be sure
For every teardrop that I cried
For every glimpse of you espied
For every love song that I heard
For every time unspoken word
Recordings for you I had done
Telling you that you're the one
I love, and have for many years
I'll cry again, but happy tears
On a bicycle built for two
I want to ride through French Alps with you
We'll stop in a villa, you in rose and vanilla
And we'll sample the local fondue
We'll rent a romantic chateau
Buy a bottle of chilled Veuve Clicquot
Sit under the stars, the whole evening is ours
Toast, sip, repeat, smoke a clove
Wake up to the birds and the bees
Chirping and buzzing in trees
Wind chimes are wooing, coffee is brewing
Yellow quilts, lilacs, silk sheets
I was wondering if it'd be okay
If we remained here just one more day
They're predicting cold weather, we'll stay warm together
Big snowstorms are coming our way
Open up the Veuve Clicquot
Only the best will do
I don't like faux anything
When it comes to you
Real Irish sweater
Real hardcover book
Real thoughts in letter
Real Martin Brooke
Real chateau, Lake Annecy
Only the best will do
I don't do faux anything
When it comes to you
Rousing crescendo of Veuve Clicquot
Our hands palm to palm
Jupiter & Mars elope
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