FridaMae

FridaMae, FridaMae, now you’re here, young FridaMae.
FridaMae, FridaMae, as your heart so dear.
FridaMae, FridaMae, FridaMae,
I love you for good,
all the things that we could do,
to fill up this waking day.
Up on this big bed, we’re whiling the mourning away.
Light streaming in, but we’ve yet to begin a day with your fluttering eyes,
and tell me, what’d you dream about child?
What do you see?
Little Darling, you’re so sound asleep,
Lefty and I, try not to wake you,
And if you wake, little lady, don’t feel afraid,
It’s just Lefty and I, sitting beside you.
FridaMae, FridaMae, FridaMae,
I love you for good,
all the things that we could do,
to fill up this waking day,
FridaMae, FridaMae, FridaMae
I love you for good,
all the things that we could do,
to fill up this waking day,
FridaMae, FridaMae, now you’re here young FridaMae,
FridaMae, FridaMae, welcome back from your sleep.