Pretty things
strawberry cream
and
fiery opal rings
come and go
like the tides
and leave
a taste of hunger
deep inside
A scent of vanilla and
crushed cinnamon
blend and bring
memories
rich memories:
This is a song about Ingmari
the Wind is her sister
and when she breathes it
she is free
Always at home in the forest
among the songbirds
Yes, she's a daydreamer
of the first degree
Dressed in ivory satin
and lacy gowns
she glides through the city
like a pilgrim on holy ground
Like a pilgrim on hallowed ground
And wherever she walks she brings a smile
to those who are down
Yes she does, because
She walks in beauty by the day,
she walks in beauty through the night
She's a bright summer's breeze
and a white December's bride
A white December's night
angel wings, yes she's got a pair,
could be clip-ons 'cause
I don't see any seams nowhere
Some say she came from the otherside
wrapped in a cloak
of the finest cloth
found on a catwalk at eventide
Maybe it's true after a fashion
So Skål, Cheers! here's to a lifestyle,
a path, a soul on fire with passion
Je ne sais quois, Certáinment
This is a serenade for you Ingmari.
in silk and rose petals you are
a vision to see...
the apache kid