Ann Mayo Muir songs
The original of this song can be found on CD through the web site of the man who wrote it, Bob Franke. www.bobfranke.com.
He is a very kind gentleman who has written many exceptional songs.
I hope you will enjoy this. I am playing my small harp while being supported by Bok and Trickett.
Thanks for listening
Annie
My coat is all tattered and worn to shreds
My whiskers have wandered away.
I picked up some dirt in some flower beds
I think that it's in there to stay.
But deep in your eyes are a needle and thread
And a wonder that scrubs me so clean.
I see in their mirror, I'm beautiful.
I pose and I laugh and I preen.
My bottom 's as stout as it's always been.
And maybe a little bit more?
I never believed they were good for much
'cept keeping my ears off the floor;
But then when you take me and toss me high,
I fly like the fleetest Gazelle.
And the joy that my dusty heart takes in your touch
is more then a rabbit can tell.
My eyes are just buttons of two penny glass
They're either too brown or too green.
One of them might not stay on too much longer.
There's plenty they've both never seen.
But they see my way clear to a home in your heart.
I live in the love that you feel.
And there of all places , A place of my own
Where a velveteen rabbit is real.
He is a very kind gentleman who has written many exceptional songs.
I hope you will enjoy this. I am playing my small harp while being supported by Bok and Trickett.
Thanks for listening
Annie
My coat is all tattered and worn to shreds
My whiskers have wandered away.
I picked up some dirt in some flower beds
I think that it's in there to stay.
But deep in your eyes are a needle and thread
And a wonder that scrubs me so clean.
I see in their mirror, I'm beautiful.
I pose and I laugh and I preen.
My bottom 's as stout as it's always been.
And maybe a little bit more?
I never believed they were good for much
'cept keeping my ears off the floor;
But then when you take me and toss me high,
I fly like the fleetest Gazelle.
And the joy that my dusty heart takes in your touch
is more then a rabbit can tell.
My eyes are just buttons of two penny glass
They're either too brown or too green.
One of them might not stay on too much longer.
There's plenty they've both never seen.
But they see my way clear to a home in your heart.
I live in the love that you feel.
And there of all places , A place of my own
Where a velveteen rabbit is real.
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