I want my tears back The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly’s wings Where is the wonder where’s the awe Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare Where is the wonder where’s the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa (repeat br. + ch.)
