B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
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
Minuet for My Lady was written by B.W. Stevenson.
Minuet for My Lady was produced by David Kershenbaum.