IS IT LOVE
Gail Marten ©2000
Is it love, Is it love,
And does it really matter?
Is it true, really true,
Or merely idle chatter?
Is it you, Is it me?
Is it us, Is it we? Is it love?
Tell me why, Please don’t lie,
Will it fly, Specify. Is it love?
Are you mine, really mine,
Or someone else’s baby?
Bottom line, are you mine?
No ifs or buts or maybe.
Are you friend, Are you foe?
Is it yes, Is it no? Is it love?
Am I high, Am I low?
Should I stay, Should I go? Is it love?
Is it love, Is it love
Or just a game we’re playing?
Is it true, really true
Do you mean what you’re saying?
Is it you, Is it me?
Is it us, Is it we? Is it love?
Tell me why, Please don’t lie,
Will it fly, Specify. Is it love?
Are you mine, really mine,
Or someone else’s baby?
Bottom line, are you mine?
No ifs or buts or maybe.
Should I go with the flow?
Should I care? Do I dare? Is it love?
Is it phony or real?
I don’t know, What’s the deal? Is it love?
DREAM WITH ME
Gail Marten ©2002
Close your eyes and dream a dream with me
At the end of day.
Catch a cloud and float above the earth
Sail the Milky Way.
Book a flight upon a shooting star
Move across the sky,
There is music in the silence
It’s a cosmic lullaby.
bridge:
’Neath the shady sycamore
Dream a dream with me,
Possibilities unfold,
Just close your eyes and you will see.
Swim with shiny, silver dolphins
Through Tahiti’s blue lagoons,
Warmed by orchid scented breezes
Polynesian honeymoon
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Ride the wind to Argentina, high
Above the southern sea
Feel the rhythm of the tango
Be my partner, dance with me.
Join a caravan of nomads
Winding through the desert night
In a trail of clove and cinnamon
Toward the morning light.
bridge:
Skies ablaze with setting sun
Farewell to yesterday
Twilight beckons to the moon
Purple shadows paint the way.
And tomorrow at the end of day
A magic carpet ride
To imaginary places,
We will journey you and I.