and if I had a harp of gold...like one from the legends old...
...my songs of Love would take Your Breath away
and if my Persian rug could fly...I'd take You up into the night...
...on a blanket of stars we'd make Love...high above
and if I had the wings of an owl...I'd silently fly right now...
...straight to Your cabin door...I would soar
...but I have no magick...no secret spell...no super power...no wishing well
I have no mojo...no good luck charm...only these two arms...