Saturday, August 23, 2014

Baby I'm Yours -- Barbara Lewis (1965)

 
 
 
Pretty impossible to listen to this song and not think of W.H. Auden's lines:
 
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you   
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain   
And the salmon sing in the street,
 
'I'll love you till the ocean   
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking   
Like geese about the sky.
 
 
 

 
Baby I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky
Yours until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die

 Baby I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines
Yours until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time

 I'm gonna stay right here by your side
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothing in this world can drive me away
'Cause every day you'll hear me say

 Baby I'm yours
And I'll be yours until two and two is three
Yours until the mountain crumbles to the sea
In other words, until eternity

 Baby I'm yours
Till the stars fall from the sky

 Baby I'm yours
Till the rivers all run dry

 Baby I'm yours
Till the poets run out of rhyme

 Baby I'm yours

Songwriters
MARTIN, CARL E. / GAY, MARC D.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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