This song came into my head first thing this morning. So dreamy, the way I've been feeling lately. I've waited until the afternoon to post it, to make the timing right, you know. I had some of the lyrics wrong -- kept singing there are no beginnings to end, now you've gone away. What's my subconscious telling me, I wonder? Probably something from 1970.
Anyway, gentle voices are calling me and the trees are drawing me near so I'm going back outside to find out why. xo
Tuesday afternoon.
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something calls to me.
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear,
Explain it all with a sigh.
I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind.
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairyland of love,
If you'll just come with me, you'll see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something calls to me.
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why,
Those gentle voices I hear,
Explain it all with a sigh.
love that you posted this. i sang along and remembered...
ReplyDeleteOh Deanna, I'm so glad you did that. Nice to have a little singing time on a Tuesday afternoon...
ReplyDeleteOn Tuesday I went outside and remembering your post about incense in the garden,I brought some and sat down with my stitching. I am searching for some answers and I thought quiet outside may help...it did. :)
ReplyDeleteLove that, Marie! Sounds like the gentle voices explained it all with a sigh? xo
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