Words
and Music: Bob Franke
Through the eyes of love we become beautiful. My daughter Christina taught me this song. (AMM)
My coat is all tattered
and word to shreds
my whiskers have wandered
away
I picked up some dirt in
some flower beds
I think that it's in there
to stay
But deep in your eyes are
a needle and thread
and a wonder that scrubs
me so clean
I see in their mirror I'm
beautiful
I pose and I laugh and I
preen
My bottom's as stout as
it's always been
maybe a little bit more
I never believed it was
good for much
'cept keeping my ears off
the floor
But then when you hold me
and toss me high
I fly like the fleetest
gazelle
And the joy that my dusty
heart takes in your touch
is more than a rabbit can
tell
My eyes are just buttons
of two penny glass
they're either too brown
or too green
One of them might not stay
on too much longer
and there's plenty they've
both never seen
But they see their way
clear to a home in your heart
I live in the love that
you feel
And there of all places a
place of my own
where a velveteen rabbit
is real
Velveteen Love Song is recorded on the album Harbors of Home