So Much Mine
Written by Jonatha Brooke; Arr. by Jocelyn Scofield
Where’d you get that dress?
Where’d you learn to walk like that?
Don’t talk back.
Tell me where you’ve been.
Maybe I don’t want to know
Oh Lord, why me?
You were so much, so much mine.
Now I reach for you and I cannot find you
You know you’ve got my hands,
and you’ve got your father’s eyes,
lovely bold eyes. I know that it’s not fair, things aren’t always what they seem.
Now I worry some:
Where you’ll lay your head.
Where you’ll sleep tonight.
Why oh why can’t I…
Someone’s pillow’s cold.
Someone loved you so.
And bluebirds sang,
“There’s no place like home.”
Where’s the heart in me that
made the one in you so cold?
Please don’t go.
‘Cause I know where you got that dress.
I know where you learned to walk like that.
You are so much, so much mine.
Now I reach for you and I cannot find you.
So much mine.
