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I live to see you in the mornin’

Like waking into a dream

Twin lakes of blue love adorning

A face poured from the pure moonbeams

With a smile that, like wine,

Brings the fire back to mine

If I ask for a sign that it’s real

God, if God there may be,

Would just shake his head at me

And demand a doubter’s fee for thee, Camille.



Old suspicions and fears

That’ve plagued me for years

From old poison-tipped spears of betrayal

All dissolve in the face

Of your honesty and grace

And the therapy of your embrace, Camille.



I’ve been on top of the summit.

Been in the depths of the sea.

And all that I’ve gotten from it

Ain’t worth a handful of thee

I would trade every crutch,

Every wild oat, as such,

For your curative touch and appeal

Loose the mooring of rote,

Set my weathered ship afloat

In the waters of my doting, Sweet Camille



And we’ll chart a course

To indulge and endorse

All this love, and its source to regale

Till we sail to a shore

Of a land that’s wild and pure

Where the anthem evermore is “My Camille”



I know I ain’t no great thinker.

Still I think I can see

The custom craftsmanship of heaven

Whenever you’re in front of me

Did the Maker foresee

All the mischief in me

Self-destruct and, for balance, instill

Wealth of beauty and gentleness,

Angel elegance,

All in you, or else by accident, Camille?



And when all that remains

Of my body and brains

Is a gleam on my soul’s windowsill

In between, come what may,

On my last, dying day

I will sputter, if not say, “Ooooweee, Camille!”

I live to see you in the mornin’

Like waking into a dream

Twin lakes of blue love adorning

A face poured from the pure moonbeams

With a smile that, like wine,

Brings the fire back to mine

If I ask for a sign that it’s real

God, if God there may be,

Would just shake his head at me

And demand a doubter’s fee for thee, Camille.



Old suspicions and fears

That’ve plagued me for years

From old poison-tipped spears of betrayal

All dissolve in the face

Of your honesty and grace

And the therapy of your embrace, Camille.



I’ve been on top of the summit.

Been in the depths of the sea.

And all that I’ve gotten from it

Ain’t worth a handful of thee

I would trade every crutch,

Every wild oat, as such,

For your curative touch and appeal

Loose the mooring of rote,

Set my weathered ship afloat

In the waters of my doting, Sweet Camille



And we’ll chart a course

To indulge and endorse

All this love, and its source to regale

Till we sail to a shore

Of a land that’s wild and pure

Where the anthem evermore is “My Camille”



I know I ain’t no great thinker.

Still I think I can see

The custom craftsmanship of heaven

Whenever you’re in front of me

Did the Maker foresee

All the mischief in me

Self-destruct and, for balance, instill

Wealth of beauty and gentleness,

Angel elegance,

All in you, or else by accident, Camille?



And when all that remains

Of my body and brains

Is a gleam on my soul’s windowsill

In between, come what may,

On my last, dying day

I will sputter, if not say, “Ooooweee, Camille!”

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