Minuet for My Lady
B.W. Stevenson
Silence falls through my window
Just as sunrise on a Monday morning
The gander knows where he must go
And it seems the goose should follow
And my lonely eyes cross Chicago skies
To a place where my lady lies
Soon her clock will ring and her daybreak bring
Her sunshine and my love across the land
Looking cross the snow-capped city
All my thoughts seem to be stolen
My life stairs is creaking
As we all do as we keep growing
And my lonely eyes cross Chicago skies
To a place where my lady lies
Soon her clock will ring and her daybreak bring her sunshine
And my love across the land
And her clock will strike a minuet
As she recalls the touch of my hand