Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

No other hands but mine can touch you
No other eyes can see
No other lips can kiss you, darling
No other hearts can be
Closer than are we

No other hands but mine can hold you
No other words can say
No other girl can thrill me, darling
Like you do, today
Still I try to stay

No other hands but mine caress you
No other words are said
No other feelings can surpass these
All inhibitions shed
Lying, now, abed

No other hands but ours regather
Seeds that we both have sown
Soon, you'll be holding Phoebe gently
Soon, she will be full-grown
And we will be alone