Warm Spot Under the Shady Trees

Riding down the Cable Stone Street, iron horse overheated.
Let them drink.....
While you rest here on your knee's for me.
This warm Spot under the Shady Trees;
Getting warm under those Shady Trees.

Grasping reality lady, your long free blowing silky hair.
Can't escape your mysterious stare, but soon the moon will rise.
Because the day lights fading, fading away......
Remember lady, you Said your Spirits free;
Getting warm at that warm Spot, you are, under the Shady Trees.

Lets go for a walk in the park, Come on, you know where we're headed.
So don't be afraid of the dark, that's where you like to play.
Over there- that warm Spot under the Shady Trees.

The City's way behind, beyond your fields of dew.
Come now lady .....you know, what you should do;
It'll please both  me and you.
In that Shaded Spot over there.
that warm Spot under those Shady Trees.
Your Scent Comes to me on the heated, wandering Breeze.
Come on into that Shady Cool darkness if you please.
It'll please both you and me..... on this hot Sunny day.....
at that Warm Spot under the Shady Trees.


   4/19/91