LATE ON A
WINTER’S NIGHT
It’s late on
a winter’s night
I’m playin’ alone
at home
I wonder if
I’ll ever play this song for you
I don’t know
what it is that brought you into mind
I only know
if you were here it’d be oh so fine
My thoughts
again drift back
To that
night long ago
I know we
both lie awake at night
And wonder
if we’ll know
Just what it
would be like
If we gave ourselves
away
Told your
jealous man just we would have done
If we had
not thought of him and let our passion run
We wouldn’t
like awake at night and dream another end
You told me
you were gonna cross the world
And join me
over here
My body
burned with excitement and fear
That’s
exactly what I’d dreamed
It’s what I’d
hoped you’d do
Without a word
or letter somehow I always knew
But the birth of a baby kept you home
And the love of a country kept me home
So our love
becomes a history
I wonder how
many years I’ll think of you
Treasured memories
of just that one night
The place was
fine but the time was just not right
It’s late on
a winter’s night
I’m playin’ alone
at home
I wonder if
I’ll ever play this song for you
Be your
tambourine man baby
And play
this song for you
© M Coghlan 1989
Written sitting
on the floor in front of a fire back In Adelaide. Joti asleep, feeling alone, and
mind drifting back to one beautiful night in Amsterdam.
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