tell me that you love me... tell me that you care...
tell me that you love me... I need to hear it again and again...
...
darlin' I know that we can't always live in...
the heat of the moment, the heart of the song
the flush of passion... can't hold out that long...
I need to know that when we're making love
it's a gift for the future.. a rock to stand on...
an anchor to hold us; through tempest or storm...
...
...so tell me that you love me... tell me that you care
tell me that you love me... I need to hear it again and again...
...
here we are, all wrapped up in the moment;
with a gift for the future, a song unsung...
and it's perched like a whisper; on a waiting tongue...
it's not just marking time; this clocking our progress
the hours and the minutes; the dusk through the dawn
the waking dreams that keep me hanging on (you keep me hanging on...)
...
so tell me that you love me... tell me that you care...
tell me that you love me... darlin' ... I will be there...
...well... this most certainly a 'love song'; and though it is 'past it's due date' , I'm hoping that it's 'shelf life' will stand the test of time... I've had the great pleasure of singing it at a few weddings over the years; most recently my nephew Brendan Sutton's marriage to the lovely Valerie. Originally the only song recorded on my old Gibson ES-335 12 string electric guitar, ( now long gone ); though for Brendan and Valerie's nuptuals, sung acoustically in the doorway of a little restaurant in Ottawa on my Martin D-35 12 string; (never to part). love to all (so long as it may last), d.