WHILE I DIGRESS

When I meet a woman down and out

A beautiful woman run aground and worn out

And she smiles and refutes the pain of life

The tie of distress not choking her down

And if she sings the song of gladness

And happiness follows her shadow

And if she talks with her head held up high

Her neck above the icy cold water

The wet dress of happiness flowing around her

I will let her dreams be my dream

I will drown my sorrow in her happiness pool

Her tools of life will fix me up

And so I will wear that dress with her

So excuse me while I now slowly digress

While I now boldly address,

Excuse me while I talk to the beautiful woman

The woman of my dreams