When it comes to writing prose,
the words desert me I suppose
I'm not cut out to be good with
po etry
But when I hear the melody that
sings to me from the start
Opening up my heart,
then I can play my part
And I'm not talking moon and
June
Or any old hackneyed phrasing
Simply amazing,
couplets a dime a bar
I never set my sights too high
Content to bide my time
And if my days and nights
go by without a single rhyme
I know what to do,
just tune in to you
Baby, go some more to me,
I treasure what you say
Talkin' about the music, it's wisdom,
what's clear
No reason to deny that
as the years go rolling by
The more determinedly I try to come up
with the words to fit a melody
Gotta stay with it, fly with me while you live,
my friend
I'll be seeing you at the rainbows
and the color skating
Straight from the hall,
working on my sweet little mini farm
I'm giving up my radio,
it doesn't move me
Like blinking it is sixty -three
When asked for the
box in the corner
I never turn it on because
it only makes me blue
You see, and now I'm taking a
new view
I'm turning the spotlight on you
I may not be a
Johnny
Mercer when I spend the night
All I know is that for a son,
better they're all mine
Now my song is heard,
all my dreams come true
I'm tuning in to you
I'm tuning in to you
Decker,
Decker,
Decker,
Decker,
This won't take a minute, but in 1968,
I think it was, I was invited by a
Quango to sing
for our country at an international
song festival in
Brazil.
I wrote this little tune and
this is arranged by
Rob
Pronk.