I’D LIKE TO WRITE A SONG FOR YOU
©Trev Teasdel Coventry Jan 76 / May 79


I’d like to write a song for you
But where do I start?
With all the love songs in the world
How could it stand apart?
Is there an essence I could find
On which none have touched or dwelt?
A single sentiment but often felt?
Does it really matter
that to the age old world
My words, my love arn’t new/
For this is the first time
I have ever said
I really really really do love you.


Chorus
And I really really do love you
Though to the world it’s nothing new.
I really really do love you
And to me it’s brand new.
There’s a million ways i could prove it’s true
That i really really really do love you.


Can something so intangible
be touched upon by words?
Can a feeling so sublime
be captured in a tank of verse/
Can one paint one’s ecstasy
in all it’s colours on the wall?
When love is an object
in free fall.
Can a rave review of a ballet
convey more than a token of its splendour.
No, so let us throwaway these words
and let love express itself in all its candour.


To express a lively feeling
in a string of words
One must built with words that come alive.
One must chisel with a patience
til the features transform the clay.
One must learn to balance words
like a waiter with a tray.
Oh my love, is this what you’d really have me do?
I could think of a million better ways
of showing how much I really really do love you.


Oh must I really write a song
It would take me far too long
My feeling’s far too strong
my chisel’s bound to get it wrong
There’s nothing I could say.