© 2010 Bambi Lee Savage

SOUTHERN EVE

Here on a southern eve, so lush the twilight
Swing on a southern breeze that brings on the night
Oh baby, I’m just thinking of you
Believe me – I’ve nothing better to do

Lie on the ground so soft, the grass is so green
Stare at the stars above, they shine to be seen
Oh baby, I’m still thinking of you
Believe me – there’s nothing I’d rather do

Oh baby, I’m just thinking of you

Blackbird, come down from the sky to see what I see
Blackbird with one golden eye, he keeps it on me
“Gone are the pilots” - he’s talking to me
“Gone are the pilots” - I know what he means
Oh baby, we’re just thinking of you
Believe me, we’ve nothing better to do

Blackbird singing on a southern night