True Love

In the home where I was born,
There was a living love
My mother and my father
Always made me to know:
That them midnight stars, and pickup bars
Ain’t the meaning of — that’s just push and shove.
I always stayed true to you.
That’s the meaning of life, Love.

When I came into bloom,
I came to ponder on true love.
All them pictures in my head
Always echoed of my own happy home.
But in this angry pace I never found a place
That I could speak of to grow with true love.
So I just sat down and prayed in the shade
And had a vision of you, Love.

And all those years of wandering,
Searching strangers for your face.
I kept my love here deep within,
Always looking for a safe place.

I ain’t no saint but when I sing
I hear the angels in the place where I am living.
And I ain’t preachin’ when I tell you
I believe in somethin’ more than what we are.
When you breathe upon my breast and we can give these thoughts a rest
And we make love, we just make love.
And our laughter is a prayer
And I know right then and there that we are both blessed.

It’s these simple things that come to bear,
Are both sacred and sublime.
I give myself yours to share
And lose all sense of time.

When I came into bloom,
I came to ponder all true love.
All them pictures in my head
Always echoed of my own happy home.
But in this angry pace I never found a place
That I could speak of to grow with true love.
So I just sat down and prayed in the shade
And had a vision of you, Love.

I just sat down and prayed in the shade
And had a vision of you, Love.

 

“True Love” appears on Live at the Pres House.


© and ℗ 2001 Marques Bovre