cold feet, red cheeks

C, Am, Dm, G7

cold feet, red cheeks
my gingerbread
goodnight, sleep well
cold feet, red cheeks

i wish i had
the most soft lips
for your forehead
and your eyelids

a kiss, your bed
a baker boy hat
a sailor shirt
striped white and red

lay down your hair
a strawberry jam
of curls and dreams
waiting to unfold

and if you'll miss me
i'd rather say this:
turn off the lamp
and listen well

so close, so close
i'm right by your side
my singing, superb
like some crooner guy

i play an harp
of willowtree branches
in the wind
that's some nice picture,

isn't it?
what you think?
isn't it?
cold feet, red cheeks..