1. B. Youmans. More Than You Know
There’s more than you know,
More than you may imagine or recall,
And more than heart of mine can hold.
Here flies my copper mare – high, low –
Towards the dreaming orange clouds’ net.
We’re both jumping through the win-n-n-dow,
Unfolding wings into the sun-n-n-n-n-set…
I’m jealous of my sax to you:
He knows million things about you,
I bet he knows you from tip to toe
‘Cause he’s been loving you more than you know.
More than you know…
21-26.07, 2011