Pretty Lady (The darkness of my mind)
I can hear you in the morning,
as you're walking down the stairs,
I can see you in the darkness of my mind.
Ev'ry step you make is music,
in my ears and in my heart,
I can see you though my eyes are dead an blind
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
Late last night I held your hand,
for a precious little while,
as you helped me walking back home from the train.
And the softness of your skin,
it still lingers in my mind,
I could sence your body shiver in the rain.
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
It's so good to hear your voice,
and to feel you really care,
that you help me out of kindness , not from pity.
And good Lord I wish I could,
see your body with my hands,
as you help me walking back home from the city.
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
Though you never will be mine,
I can always dream you will,
and somehow you live a life inside my mind.
I can dream of you and love you,
when I close my empty eyes,
I've got life and love that few will ever find.
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
I can hear you in the morning,
as you're walking down the stairs,
I can see you in the darkness of my mind.
Ev'ry step you make is music,
in my ears and in my heart,
I can see you though my eyes are dead an blind
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
Late last night I held your hand,
for a precious little while,
as you helped me walking back home from the train.
And the softness of your skin,
it still lingers in my mind,
I could sence your body shiver in the rain.
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
It's so good to hear your voice,
and to feel you really care,
that you help me out of kindness , not from pity.
And good Lord I wish I could,
see your body with my hands,
as you help me walking back home from the city.
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
Though you never will be mine,
I can always dream you will,
and somehow you live a life inside my mind.
I can dream of you and love you,
when I close my empty eyes,
I've got life and love that few will ever find.
Ch. Pretty lady, lady, lady... pretty lady... lady.
Our mind is a most remarkable creation, and a long gone friend of mine, who lived most of his life out in the Far East (where I first met him), once said to me, -"Things, Brandulph, like a piece of art, have no lasting meaning nor any real value... Things are nothing but mere "things"... which may be stolen, lost, or simply become totally useless or obsolete. But your mind!... what you have in your mind is yours... it is your universe, and the dwelling of your life... all yours... until you are no longer..."
A blind, young man, whom I met in the mid 90's, said some words which relate to what my old friend said about "things" and our mind: -"She is so beautiful, I have seen her with my hands, and somehow she is mine... she lives with me, inside my mind." And this short glimpse into his mind, later became a song I wrote: "Pretty lady"
A blind, young man, whom I met in the mid 90's, said some words which relate to what my old friend said about "things" and our mind: -"She is so beautiful, I have seen her with my hands, and somehow she is mine... she lives with me, inside my mind." And this short glimpse into his mind, later became a song I wrote: "Pretty lady"
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