Your song is the sunshine Your song is the rain Jacarandas swaying Humming your refrain Both ends of the rainbow And everything between Celebrate your memory You’ll always be my Queen Your song is in the heavens Cooing like a dove Everyone who knew you Is better for your love by Richard W. Bray
I'm at the tip of the top There's a pep in my step I got the hippity hop Winning all of my bets I’m hanging on a hope Met a special sort of friend I’m such a silly old dope Am I falling again? Gonna get a new start I’m so happy I could scream For the bounce in my heart And the sparkle in my dreams I’m hanging on a hope Met a special sort of friend I’m such a silly old dope Am I falling again? By Richard W. Bray
a movie in the afternoon
with you
a walk, a talk, a Gershwin tune
with you
in a cabin in the hills
with you
in a field of daffodils
with you
snuggle on the coldest night
with you
feeling safe and holding tight
with you
everything is warm and true
with you
in a universe of two
with you
by Richard W. Bray
How’d you make the world
Collapse and disappear?
How’d you make your voice
The only thing I hear?
How’d you take my troubles
And tear them all apart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you patch me up
And nurse me back to health?
How’d you create a world
Where time was someplace else?
How’d you erase the past
And make a whole new start?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
by Richard W. Bray
all day long
I think of you
subsisting on
your residue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
warmth and style
and royal blue
all wrapped up
inside of you
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
your hair, your smile
your ballyhoo
I would pay
to be your shoe
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
sophistication
through and through
you’ll never play
the ingénue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
I live for love
I never knew
the psycho ward
is overdue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
by Richard W. Bray
thank you
for letting me
love you
I had a pocket
full of empty
when you picked me
and dreamt me
into another world
you’re a special
kind of girl
thank you
for letting me
love you
I was crying out
for cover
for a friend, a muse
a lover
you’re my salvador
you were everything
and more
thank you
for letting me
love you
there’s no way
to repay
and now you’ve
gone away
everything I ever do
only happens
cuz of you
by Richard W. Bray
rain outside your window
breath upon my arm
cruel & crazy universe
ain’t doing me no harm
deliver me from tempest
in a cozy little room
shelter me till morning
with your body’s silent tune
all is made to fade away
and every creature dies
people come and people go
and only love abides
by Richard W. Bray
The way you changed my life
No, no they can’t take that away from me
—Ira Gershwin
i could have
loved you better
in a million
different ways
you’ll be in
every moment
till the bygone
of my days
everything
that came before
was leading
up to you
everything
i’m feeling now
is from your
residue
i’m better
cuz of you
in a million
different ways
you’ll be in
every moment
till the bygone
of my days
by Richard W. Bray
somewhere there’s a rainbow
as beautiful as you
i ain’t never seen it
but they tell me that it’s true
somehow you appeared
when i was falling apart
you sheltered me from chaos
with your beautiful heart
sometimes life is vicious
it takes everything away
it left me with a hurting
that’s impossible to say
somehow i keep going
what else can i do?
with a little bit of hope for
the world that gave me you
by Richard W. Bray
Precious like a songbird
Precious like sunshine
Precious like a kind word
Precious like dinnertime
Precious like you
Precious like a rainy night
Precious like a full moon
Precious like a lullaby
Precious like a show tune
Precious like you
Precious like a rainbow
Precious like your first tooth
Precious like a meadow
Precious like the whole truth
Precious like you
Precious like a playround
Precious like a bouncing ball
Precious like an old hound
Precious like your grandpa
Precious like you
by Richard W. Bray
