I saw a little birdie down the street softly weeping
With her head and her hand
She looked quite frightening
Yet I look so fine with it
Your ivory hands hold onto the ebony thoughts
And what was lost singing out
It looked like love had touched everyone
But you and I
We weren't meant to die
And that's the way it all works out
In the end when I have to let go
Hey baby when are you gonna come home
These flowers are getting old
And the flowers of pink carnations are dying
Outside of my house
Your ivory hands hold onto the ebony thoughts
And what was lost singing out
It looked like love had touched everyone
But you and I we weren't meant to die
Your ivory hands hold onto the ebony thoughts
And what was lost singing out
Her Ivory Hands
My Ivory Hands
Hold onto the ebony thoughts