Love in a Foreign Land

© SMP Donovan 2007

Style: Ballad

Notes: Celebrating the richness of love over time and distance.

Now,

As the years going by

And that look in your eye -

It’s the spark of desire.

It’s the start of a fire.

There’s no need to revise

Any thought in your mind.

I am thinking it, too,

I am thinking you’d

Come to me,

Cling to me,

Bring everything to me.

Be with me,

Pray with me,

Stay every day with me.

Live in me,

Love in me,

Live all your love in me.

Don’t go away.

Would you please come and stay.

Would you tell me your name is the same as my name.

‘Cause I long

To be with you now

And always, but how

Can this last out the time?

Can you always be mine?

There is God in your touch.

Need to feel you so much.

It’s like Heaven to me.

If you choose

Can we

Stay

Every day

Of our lives

In this way?

Was it you,

Was it me,

That the world could not see?

In your arms

I have found

That there’s no neutral ground.

It’s a strange magic feeling

That keeps my head reeling,

A trick of the light,

Or the night,

Or the climate.

It’s all

Wonderful and magic,

Love in a foreign land.

Fanciful and tragic,

Love in a foreign land.

Once

In a lifetime you find

A true meeting of minds,

And a sameness of heart

That is there from the start.

A real peace in your soul,

That is finally whole.

You have found one to care

And you share in their

Each breathing moment.

Two hearts beat in time.

Like a cosmic explosion

Less force is alive.

If you stay with me always

Then we will arrive

At the gates of the Garden,

Our own special Eden,

Our own private world

That no-one

can intrude on.

In time

You’ll look at the world,

And think of the girl

You left far behind

Forgetting her lines.

A young child she was,

But then of the loss

You won’t be surprised,

‘Cause you know

That you

Grow every day

In your mind,

In your way.

It’s a part of your life

That you can’t throw away.

If you think for a moment

Then you’ll hear me say.

It’s a strange magic feeling

That keeps your head reeling.

A trick of the light

Or the night,

Or the climate.

It’s all

Wonderful and magic,

Love in a foreign land.

Fanciful and tragic,

Love in a foreign land.

Wonderful and magic,

Love in a foreign land.

Fanciful and tragic,

Love in a foreign land.