Green Eyes for St. Patrick's Day

Thanks Curtis

Green Eyes
Every night we light the candle
That stands beside our bed
But sometimes the flame's too much to handle
That's what you said
That's what you said

And you should know
Because you built a fire in me and you made it burn
You followed me watching every move
Matching every turn

Your green eyes, they don't miss a thing
They hold me like the sun going down
Warm me like a fire in the night
Without a sound

You were waiting till I heard
Just as patient as that love light in your eyes
You never threw away a word
Or ever talked in a disguise

I ought to know
You were a beacon to a sailor lost at sea
I saw it in your eyes when you looked at me
So openly

Your green eyes, they don't miss a thing
They hold me like the sun going down
Warm me like a fire in the night
Without a sound

The first time I ever saw your laughter
Break loose inside and tumble out to me
My heart knew it had found what it was after
And it came so easily

We should know
After all the years of the hard and heavy times
Now, our days go by like best friends' story lines
Yours and mine

Your green eyes, they don't miss a thing
They hold me like the sun going down
Warm me like a fire in the night
Without a sound
Without a sound

Kate Wolf (1942 - 1986)

St. Patrick’s Candle & Tree

Not exactly the same as a four - leaf clover,
but the parsley was so lovely and robust this year,
lasting well into the winter, beyond the first frost!

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