Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
What's the wine like? What's the beer?
What a deluxe, uptown, gala quagmire
I thought you'd be here
What's the wine like? What's the beer?
It's a damp night up the lane
Don't those lights on the lawn look left out
In the soft, summer rain?
It's a damp night up the lane
Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?
Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?
I'm a song bird, I'm a tune
I've been blue since
They paved Pittman Pond
But I'll soar again soon
I'm a songbird, I'm a tune
Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?
Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?
Eyes are like a window to the soul, they say
And they still say love is blind;
Anyway, I found you here
Way up in this atmosphere
Hangin' with the chandeliers
And so refined, -fined, girl
Could I hold you? Could I still?
Yeah, your bare shoulders shine sweet and soft
But you might take a chill
Could I hold you? Could I still?
Can I see you? Can I soon?
Could we meet in that joint on the point
And look out for the moon?
Can I see you? Can I soon?
Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?
Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?
I dream of you, girl, with your dark, brown eyes