I've got rippling waters to wake me
To the morning my woman in love
Tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above
Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line, the story's the same
There's a worn red chair by the window
That we found at a sale down the way
When some old women said that they needed more room for the winter
People like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line, the story's the same
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
And you make me feel fine
And you made the world a warmer place
By the sparkle of you diamond face
On a frayed spot put a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as the mountain sunshine
On the edge of a snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Oh, little Jennifer, I'd give a penny for
What you've got on your mind
Seems like most of the time you're lying there dreaming
Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is
Slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line, the story's the same
Now rippling waters flow through pipes
And the walls and they're keeping me warm
And the closest I've been to my family for days is my music
But to silently stare in the morning sky is like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line, the story might change
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine
Warm as the mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline
In a meadow of columbine
