My Love Has Made A Fool Of Me - Baby Dee

My love has made a fool of me

I’m wise enough to know

That roses on a thicket grow

And I shall climb for kisses every day

In such a shameless rush

That every other rose will blush and say

Oh love, what foolery

Oh love, what foolery

My love has made a fool of me

My love has made a moon of me

A rising smile of light

So sick and sharp and starry bright

That I shall climb for kisses every day

In such a shameless rush

That every cloud above will blush and say

Oh love, what lunacy

Oh love, what lunacy

My love has made a moon of me

My love has made a song of me

To know my heart and sing

And ride on his remembering

That I shall climb for kisses every day

In such a shameless rush

That when he sing my love will blush and say

Oh love, how comforting

Oh love, how comforting

My love has made a song of me

My love has made a stone of me

That wants to be a star

What faith could take a stone so far

And pierce the clouds that mock my day

With nature’s one straight line

That shaft of light that loves to shine

That ray

Your love, how comforting

My love, that starry little stone

That foolish little comfort