Tiny Goddess

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace That certain smile upon your face Is telling me what's to be When you leave In a room just five foot eight I sit alone and I will wait To hear from you if you do decide to Don't try to humour me With letters I can't read Don't sympathise with me Don't try to be discreet Photograph that's in my case Will travel with me every place Reminding me what to be for you love Orchards smell of sweet perfume The mountainside is now in bloom And I am here waiting for your company Don't try to humour me With letters I can't read The clock's at half past three It's stopped to wake like me Photograph that's in my case Will travel with me every place Reminding me what to be for you love Tiny goddess wrapped in lace That certain smile upon your face Is telling me what's to be When you leave