I wrote a 'ten-minute lyric' & I like it :]

Sweet Tenderness © Stuart Fretwell 2011


It’s been a long time coming
As I’ve walked (down) this lonely road
It’s been a hard-times living
And I wish that I had known

How a hard man can crumble
When a sweet girl contemplates
How a proud man will deny her
And tell tales of those he hates

It’s been a long road, and a lonely way
To get to where I’m a’goin’
I still can’t believe the love you see
And I hope that I am showin ‘


Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .

Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .


It’s taken twenty years to get here
Took more to seal my fate
Didn’t know what it was, a-callin’ me
And I thought it was too late . . .

To change the mind of a ‘sickly’ child
And to mend a broken heart
Then I came across you
Now I know that it’s true . .
‘Cos you took my soul apart


Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .

Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .


Break:

What can a man believe-in,
When no-one else believes?
Where can a child place his trust
When they practise to deceive?

Oh, I don’t where the answers lie
Don’t know what’s the best . .
All I know’s I can’t live without
Your . . .Sweet tenderness

Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .

Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .


Conclusion:

And now I feel the sweetest grace
Of a heart that’s laid to rest
Travellin’ was my one desire
But I never found the best

So. . .

I’ve hung-up my boots
And I’ve settled-down
And I know that I am blessed

I’ll live-out my life
Right here, with you . . .
Just to feel your tenderness


Sweet Tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .

Sweet tenderness . . . whoah-oh . .


( repeat, to taste, whilst slowly fading-out :] )

I wrote a new lyric

California Girl © Stuart Fretwell 2011

Soft morning light
Throws shapes through my windows
Perfume, like blossom, on the air

Blue cat is yawning
He knows that it’s morning
And, soon, he’ll hear your sweet voice from the stair

Your soft, golden curls
Remind me of an Angel’s
Your breathing, so soft,
You’re not aware . . .

That soon you’ll be waking
(Your) dreams all forsaken
And your eyes will have that
Special kind of blue

Like Venus, from a painting,
You’ll rise from ocean-dreaming
And nothing-quite prepares me,
When you do

Transition:

You’re heaven-sent
You have a certain magic
And loving you’s a special kind of prayer

(But)~ Your love is lent
- You have no destination -
Like a bluebird, in a blossom-tree,
We’ll never know when you’ll be there

Chorus:

Oh, California girl
You blew-in with the autumn winds
And nothing I say will make you stay

When summer’s breeze starts blowin’
You’ll fly back to the ocean
But always, like a blessing,
You’ll be here, on my lips

You’ve filled me with your love
Like a gift from the Almighty,
But, darling, please believe me . .
I can’t ever let you go