Love Puts on a New Face Songtext
von Joni Mitchell
Love Puts on a New Face Songtext
He said, "you think you′re a lady
But I know you're a woman
We are as young as the night"
I said, "no telephones ringing
No company coming
Just the lap of the lake and the firelight"
And the lonely loon and the crescent moon
What a pocket of heavenly grace
But in France they say
Everyday, love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
About a month or so later he said
"Why can′t you be happy
You make me feel helpless when you get this way"
I said, "I'm up to my neck in alligators
Jaws gnashing at me
Each one trying to pull a piece away"
Darling, you can't slay these beasts of prey
Some bad dreams even love can′t erase
But in France they say
Everyday, love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
He roared, "I wish you were with me here
The leaves are electric
They burn on the river bank
Countless heatless flames"
I said "Well, send me some pictures then and I′ll paint pyrotechnic
Explosions of your autumn till we meet again
I miss your touch and your lips so much
I long for our next embrace"
But in France they say
Everyday, love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
Love puts on a new face
But I know you're a woman
We are as young as the night"
I said, "no telephones ringing
No company coming
Just the lap of the lake and the firelight"
And the lonely loon and the crescent moon
What a pocket of heavenly grace
But in France they say
Everyday, love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
About a month or so later he said
"Why can′t you be happy
You make me feel helpless when you get this way"
I said, "I'm up to my neck in alligators
Jaws gnashing at me
Each one trying to pull a piece away"
Darling, you can't slay these beasts of prey
Some bad dreams even love can′t erase
But in France they say
Everyday, love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
He roared, "I wish you were with me here
The leaves are electric
They burn on the river bank
Countless heatless flames"
I said "Well, send me some pictures then and I′ll paint pyrotechnic
Explosions of your autumn till we meet again
I miss your touch and your lips so much
I long for our next embrace"
But in France they say
Everyday, love puts on a new face
Love has many faces
Many, many faces
Love puts on a new face
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