IT seems I’m not the only one with a keen eye for beauty –
Take a number wait in line.
Tell me have you seen her, that Green Mountain cutie?
If you haven’t, man, you must be going blind.
I could say how I feel, but I would rather shout it
‘Till someone says, “Who is that crazy man?”
I hate to be such a Neanderthal about it, and
I wish I had the steady surgeon’s hands.
Atlas, put my world on your fingertip and spin it upside down:
The softest sound, though I can’t exactly pin it.
Sometimes when I am with her I find it quite scary
‘Cause I cannot breathe or find a single word.
Her brown eyes are anything but ordinary,
And it makes me laugh that I said something absurd.
Each day of my life is like a single note
That God has written precisely on the staff.
I tell you she’s the sweetest song He ever wrote
Playing on a diamond phonograph.