Lucy’s Light

Lucy’s light kept Thomas Blue - kept his rhythm in good standing. A summer night, and the crickets were chirping. And it was all filled with Lucy’s light Thomas Blue was versified - Oh and with what a muse of fire! He’d never leave or ever tire of Lucy’s light You don’t have to add to a happy heart another happy ending. You don’t have to add to a happy heart another happy ending. Lucy’s light was like a candle. Every night it was always dinner for two. She was the one who called him famous, and he called her Lucy Blue You don’t have to add to a happy heart another happy ending. They didn’t have to talk too much about love. When the day got dark, and the red waves were bending through Lucy’s light.

(B.I.-vocals, C.P.-drums, alto sax, T. Ludwig-guitar, J. Boyd-bass)