Eve

Eve I can't believe That you could mean What you just said Think of what you are How very far you are from being real Look into the mirror Nothing there to see Eve I can't believe You'd really leave him (*) Notice how her image saddens How lonely she's become Just once I'd like to see her happy Before the winter comes Eve, I wouldn't lie The open sky is not your home Wide as it may be Reality is here among the stones Thorns among the roses Add to what is real Eve, you are a rose Among the thorns here Repeat (*) I wish her only good times Before the winter comes --- Eve - Carpenters