Patchwork Woman - Birch Book, Ron Walker

on a sunny day we go away

and take a little stroll

out upon the shore, talk a little more

and find the grassy knoll

you say i don’t care for you in the way i should

you know i know i wish i would

but all the things i seem

just turn my mind to dream

of all the ways it could be good

but if i could make one woman out

of all those i have known

i’d include a part of you in her

if i could have just one comprised of all that i adore

in you and she and her

i know you would be well represented

something in a girl i once knew

mould a pain that plundered through

the hollows of my frame

left my limbs a name

turned my mind up into gold

the patchwork woman in my fantasy

would smile the smile she smiled at me

once upon a time, when my heart was blind

and my hands were free

still if i could make one woman out

of all those i have loved, i’d include a part of you in her

if i could have just one comprised of all that i adore

in you and she and her

i know you would be well represented

on a sunny day we go away

and take a little stroll

out upon the shore, talk a little more,

and find the grassy knoll