Mostly Love Songs
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
My Early Songs
Part 2 of 3
By
Francis William Bessler
I Care For You
Written 1970
I love you more than anyone can tell.
I love you more than the horseman, his trail.
I love you more than the blue bird that sings
loves to fly with his beautiful wings.
I love you, I love you, believe me, my Sweet.
I care for you, can't you see?
I care so much, can't you see?
I love you more than Grampa, his chair.
I love you more than Jell-O, it's jell.
I love you more than the Frenchman who dines
loves his dinner and evening wines.
I care for you, can't you see?
I care so much, can't you see?
I love you more than a snowstorm, it's gail.
I love you more than the farmer, his dell.
I love you more than the kitten that purrs
loves to keep clean her fine soft fur.
I care for you, can't you see?
I care so much, can't you see?
BRIDGE:
More than the sun loves the day
and the stars love the night.
More than the youngster
loves to fly his kite.
More than the deaf man loves his sight.
My love for you is more
than all these entwined.
I love you more than anyone can tell.
I love you more than the monk loves his cell.
I love you more than the angels above
love their one and engulfing love.
I care for you, can't you see?
I care so much, can't you see?
T'is A Pleasure
Written 1970
T'is a pleasure to give.
T'is a pleasure to receive.
T'is a pleasure to live
and always to dream.
T'is a pleasure to fish.
T'is a pleasure to swim.
T'is a pleasure to wish
that this were the weekend.
T'is a pleasure to volley.
T'is a pleasure to bowl.
T'is a pleasure to dally
and be a merry soul.
T'is a pleasure to pet.
T'is a pleasure to hold.
T'is a pleasure to get
until she says, No!
Ah yes, T'is a pleasure,
T'is a pleasure,
T'is a pleasure.
I Don't Want
Written 1970
I don't want my woman to be sad.
I don't want my woman to be mad.
So, what am I going to do about it?
I'm going to smile and kiss her lips
cause I don't want my woman to be sad.
I don't want my woman to be lonely.
I don't want my woman to find me phony.
So, I'm going to take her in my arms
and do my best to keep her from harm
cause I don't want my woman to be lonely.
BRIDGE:
Life is too good to waste it
in argument and debate.
More than often there is no winning side
but this is found out too late.
Love is too precious to be exchanged
for hate and strife
especially if those who make the trade
are man and wife.
I don't want to hear my woman cry.
I don't wish to see tears in her eyes.
So, I'm going to make her love grow
and to protect her, I won't be slow
cause I don't want to hear my woman cry.
I don't want to see my woman hurt.
I don't want to let her feel like dirt.
So, I'm going to be as good a man as I can be
to love my woman fully is my guarantee
cause I don't want to see my woman hurt.
No, I won't often see my woman hurt.
I'm Looking Forward
Written 1971
I'm looking forward to the day.
I'm looking forward to the day
and the moment
that I can hold you,
that I can kiss you,
and show you that I love you
in - pray -
so many different ways.
I'm looking forward to the time.
I'm looking forward to the time
and the instant
that I can hug you,
that I can feel you,
and prove to you that I love you
in -sigh - so many different kinds.
BRIDGE:
There had never been a girl
in my life
that I have wanted to be my wife -
until I chanced upon your beauty
and set upon you
as my fortune and proud duty.
I'm looking forward to the nights.
I'm looking forward to the nights
and the
that I can bless you,
that I will need you,
and tell you that I'm glad
in - my - so many different lights.
Anita
Written 1971
Anita, my sweet little child,
I'm loving you all the while
I'm holding you close in my arms
and enjoying your sweet little charms.
Anita, my pretty girl,
my love for you unfurls.
I'm trying to be a good daddy
and make your mommy happy.
Anita, as you are growing,
it's good that I am knowing
my love for you is strong
so your hurts won't be very long.
Anita, I'll always be near
when life causes you tears,
but more than that, my love,
you can always count on my love.
Anita, my pretty princess,
you're gaining a lot of finesse.
Soon, you'll end being a baby
and blossom into a fine young lady.
So, Anita, my sweet little child,
I'm loving you all the while
I'm holding you close in my arms
and enjoying your sweet little charms.
Don't Know If
Written Feb, 1971
REFRAIN:
Don't know if I've ever felt this way.
Don't know if I've ever seen such a happy day.
Don't know if I'll ever do these things again.
Don't know and don't care -
this moment's my only end.
They say that things that happen
at a rate that's very fast
are happenings with ties
that simply cannot last.
Well, I'm not one to believe
everything I hear.
Not to love because of fear
is something I cannot bear.
Refrain -
with second line:
My mind is muddled now by
the excitement of this day.
There is nothing more important now
than holding you in my arms
to caress you dearly
and embrace all your charms.
As God gave me the power to love,
that's what I intend to do.
This moment means all -
though I pray -
tomorrow, I'll still be loving you.
Refrain (twice)
Twinge At My Heart
Written in March, 1971;
Modified with three additional verses:
See additional verses in my previous blog
called An Old (and New) Patriotic Song.
REFRAIN:
There's a twinge at my heart
when I see Old Glory -
waving so proud and so free;
and I wonder how many times
it's told the story
of courage and valor and gallantry.
Several hundred years ago
this nation was founded
on the principle of freedom for all.
Although it's had many trials,
in justice, it still stands tall. Refrain.
This nation is a land
of believers.
Our lives in the hands of Fortune we entrust.
There is no country greater -
Refrain.
Onward we shall march
as soldiers,
armed with our armor for peace.
Let us march strong -
Americans, united in Freedom's Dream.
Refrain.
Wherever there's a challenge
for tomorrow,
as long as we believe we are right,
we will stand firm -
Americans - united in Freedom's Light.
Refrain.
Oh, How Natural Things Are!
Written July, 1971
The night is dark and the day is light
and it takes a breeze to fly a kite.
Oh, how natural things are!
The oceans are deep and the glaciers are cold.
The soldier trembles, though he is bold.
Oh, how natural things are!
BRIDGE 1:
I've wondered so long how our love could be so strong -
how all can be well and nothing wrong -
as long as our love is sensual
and how no matter what our trials and sorrows,
we always look joyfully toward tomorrow.
I guess it's because our love is natural.
The sky is blue and the grass is green
and men throughout the world want to be free.
Oh, how natural things are!
The rivers flow and the flowers bloom
and man has always wanted the moon.
Oh, how natural things are!
BRIDGE 2:
Our friendship has been true from the start.
We've lived and loved happy as larks
and our lives have been so casual.
Though we have our troubles
and have our pains,
we still manage to swing and sway;
and that's because our love is natural.
We work through the day and we caress at night
and our companionship is oh so right.
Oh, how natural things are!
I am your husband and you are my wife
and that's how it will be throughout our lives.
Oh, how natural things are!
Yes, oh, how natural things are!