From the recording Broken Song

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Music and Lyrics by Laura Poblete
All rights reserved. © 2019 Laura Poblete

Lyrics

You wrote poems with me on your swing
While we whispered of magical things.
Your eyes sparkled with colorful dreams
And for you all the cardinals sing.
Behind your home there was a little hidden path
With that old boat, a tree swing, and bird bath.
Seattle green with scent of roses in the air,
And the child in my will stay forever there.
All the flowers in the garden have their hue,
But the peach rose always makes me think of you.
I’ve never known a soul so gentle and true.
That is just the magic of you.
Watched your fingers float so lightly on the keys.
You read Mr. Bounce so seriously.
You made me feel I was your favorite face to see.
There is magic in the way you loved me.
You brought joy in the simplest ways.
I remember your Leaf Lady days.
In your eyes that old mischief still peaks through.
That is just the magic of you.
I love the roses in the garden damp with dew.
But the peach rose has a special kind of hue.
I’ve never known a soul so gentle and true.
That is just the magic of you.
Made me believe that I was made of magic too.
But that’s just the magic of you.