Love Puts on a New Face

He said, “You think you’re a lady,
But I know you’re a woman
And we are as young as the night”
I said, “No telephones ringing!
No company calling!
Just the lap of the lake
And the firelight
And the lonely loon,
And the crescent moon,
What a pocket of heavenly grace!”
But in France they say
Every day
Love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
About a month or so later he said,
“Why can’t you be happy?
You make me feel helpless when you get this way”
I said, “I’m up to my neck in alligators—
Jaws gnashing at me!
Each one trying to pull a piece away!
Darlin’, you can’t slay
These beasts of prey...
Some bad dreams
Even love can’t erase”
But in France they say
Every day
Love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
He wrote, “I wish you were with me here
The leaves are electric
They burn on the river bank
Countless, heatless flames!”
I said, “Well, send me some pictures then
And I’ll paint pyrotechnic
Explosions of your autumn
Till we meet again
I miss your touch
And your lips so much...
I long for our next embrace!”
But in France they say
Every day
Love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
Love puts on a new face