Columbine

Columbine
by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 1994 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Hair of gold, and lips red as wine
Columbine, Columbine.
And she promised some day she’d be mine
Columbine, Columbine.
She promised we’d wed on the Fourth of July
And raise up a family, and love till we die.
But our lives were not meant to entwine,
Columbine, Columbine.

The most beautiful voice ever heard
Colum-bird, Colum-bird.
And it certainly filled up the room
Colum-boom, Colum-boom.
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.”
Colum-bummer, Colum-bummer.

It was nine years before she returned
Colum-burned, Colum-burned.
No longer dainty and thin as a leaf,
Colum-beef, Colum-beef.
She hugged me, she kissed me,
She fell to her knee.
She said, “Darling I’ve tried,
But I can never be free
From your mad, irresistible pull.”
Colum-bull, Colum-bull.

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
Colum-bye-bye, Colum-bye.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Join The Jubilee CD.

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