Love-Song

We could agree, there's nothing left to say
Upon the timeless tales of Human Love;
For has this not been sung in ev'ry way,
Beyond the Moon in June and Cooing Dove?

Have we not heard all Lyrics there can be,
Of ev'ry song that ev'ry Singer's Sung;
How ev'ry Bride is perfect in beauty -
And ev'ry Groom is perfectly well hung?

Are we not sure by now that ev'ry Man,
And ev'ry Woman too, has felt the kiss,
Described by Poets, as the best they can,
As something that we feel is True Love's Bliss?

Are any words now left to so describe
And celebrate this Gift that we all share?
I feel as Loving Father and as Scribe,
That none can beat these words that I now air:

Well be-bop-a-lula she's my baby,
Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe.
Be-bop-a-lula she's my baby doll,
My baby doll, my baby doll.

Well she's the girl in the slim blue jeans.
She's the queen of all of my dreams.
She's the one - the one that I know
She's the one that loves me so.

Sing be-bop-a-lula she's my baby,
Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe.
Be-bop-a-lula she's my baby doll
My baby doll, my baby doll -
Let's rock!

Love SoRoL

(Dad)

(For Tony & Danni's Wedding)

XXX

(With thanks to Gene Vincent)