Song For My Lover

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This song was written by Donna Rae Woolf, the mother of my good friend Ross and also of my brother's wife, Melinda. Back in the 70's when Bryan Chapman and I were teenagers and used to occasionally play and record music together, she would frequently ask us when we were going to perform her songs and make her a big star. Well, the answer is now, I guess, because I have added a chorus to it and published it to the web, and you can hear it for the first time right here on GeoCities!

One of these first days when I get around to it, I'll put together an arrangment of one of Donna Rae's other songs called Osterizer.

Dave Harris, Herndon, VA July 13th, 1998

Lyrics:

What's good for the liver is good for the tongue.
What goes through the wringer, always gets wrung.
But the song for my lover has never been sung, so
Sing, sing my song.

Chorus: 
My best gal said our love was such a beautiful thing.
But then last night I overheard my baby
telling my best friend Algernon the same darn thing.

What's good for the eyeball, is good for the tree.
What falls from the sky sure can fall upon me,
'cause the song for my lover still eludes me.
Sing, sing my song.

Extended Chorus: 
My best gal said our love was such a beautiful thing.
But then last night I overheard my baby
telling my good friend Beauregard the same darn thing.
I'm angry and humiliated, filled with vengeful pride.
I'm shocked and I'm frustrated, but I can't say I'm surprised.

© Donna Rae Woolf-1975 and David Harris-1998
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