DEEP PURPLE
When the deep purple falls
over sleepy garden walls
and the stars begin to flicker in the sky
thru the mist of a memory
you wander back to me
breathing my name with a sigh.
In the still of the night
once again I hold you tight.
Tho` you`re gone your love lives on when moonlight beams
and as long as my heart will beat,
lover, we`ll always meet
here in my deep purple dreams.
- Mitchell Parish
