Val Doonican Morning
Here in this room, this narrow room where life began
when we were young last night
I feel your back pressed close to me and hear your
steady breathing as you sleep
There's the first soft glow of dawn,
the silver grey light played along the wall
I touch your hand and feel your ring and know that
this is all we'll ever have
Suddenly I look into your sleepy eyes
You breathe my name and it just seems to dangle there
Then I feel your fingers running through my mind
Jumbling up my thoughts to leave them tangled there
I know so well that this is all there is and when we
leave this room it's gone
My mind despairs as we walk down the crooked little
steps to the front door
A ray of sun that ricochets from off the rooftop lights our way
I touch your hand and feel your ring and know
that this is all we'll ever have