COLUMBINE

Music & Lyrics: John Forster & Tom Chapin

Hair of gold and lips red as wine,
Columbine, Columbine.
And she promised someday she'd be mine,
Columbine, Columbine.

She promised we'd wed on the fourth of July
And raise up a family and love 'til we die,
But our lives were not meant to entwine,
Columbine, Columbine.

The most beautiful voice ever heard,
Columbird, Columbird.
And it certainly filled up the room,
Columboom, Columboom.

When a stranger in church heard her belt out a tune,
He promised her stardom, the sun and the moon.
Off she went saying "See you next summer."
Columbummer, Columbummer.

It was nine years before she returned,
Columburned, Columburned.
No longer dainty and thin as a leaf,
Columbeef, Columbeef.

She hugged me and kissed me and fell to her knee,
Saying "Darlin' I've tried but I can never be free
From your mad, irresistible pull."
Columbull, Columbull.

We could have been lovers and partners for life,
And I guess we still could except for my wife.
So I turned with a tear in my eye,
Columbye-bye, Columbye.

© 1987 Limousine Music Co. (ASCAP)& The Last Music Company (ASCAP)