I could have written a story   Out of those three words   But as it stands   My organ’s pumping notes   To the skill of your smile   All the while I ask for flowers   To be placed by your cheek   So the mornin’ is sweet   The pleasure is close   Tick tick tick tick my dear   Can’t you see?    I could have written a story   Out of I love you   I could have given   I could have given something new   But as it stands   My organ’s humpin somethin’ old   And all the while I ask for flowers to be   Placed by your cheek   So the mornin is sweet...   Somehow   From beginning to end   Is right here   Holding your hand   And shining your shoes   And pouring the wine   And lately, seems like everything   I’m a slave, I’m a master   And sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soul   And sometimes my fingers walk round my eyes   And precious thoughts, and diamond dreams   Somehow, from beginning to end   Is right here holding your hand      (wednesday will come)