Bring Back My Heart, copyright details below
The prompt at Poets United’s Thursday Think Tank is “Music.” Hey, what an opportunity, right?
Here is a song from my CD, Jazz Baby Hits Her Stride.
You can hear me sing it if you click on the link above.
Hope you enjoy this little love song, recorded at the studio of my dear friend Jon Randel. Peace, Amy
Bring Back My Heart
Thank you for the visit, it really was sublime
To catch up on the news after all this time
I packed in such a hurry, some things got left behind
So if you wouldn’t mind…
My toothbrush and my dental floss, I left them on the sink
And a lone Peruvian earring, in the living room, I think
Some pictures of my daughter on a table by the door
And my lingerie we left scattered on the floor
It’s really quite the laundry list
But there’s one more thing I missed
Bring back my heart, return it to me
At the first convenient opportunity
It had just come off the shelf
And I had planned to keep it for myself
I didn’t leave it in the bedroom – I’m not blasé
That’s not the place where hearts are given away
Perhaps it was the restaurant where you took my hand
And told me life had not turned out exactly as you’d planned
You asked me whether I had hopes to share my life again
And I told you God had plans for me, but wouldn’t tell me when
My heart was mine alone
And until we kissed, I thought it had turned to stone
Bring back my heart, we’ll see what’s in store
Make my office gossip when you show up at the door
Bring back my heart, but until you do
I know it’s safe with you
So put it in your pocket, keep it close
Hold it with the treasures you love most
And when you return it, here is what I’ll do:
I will scent it with roses, wrap it in lace
Lay it in the lining of a golden case
And I will give it right back to you
© 2004 Words and Music by Amy Barlow Liberatore
Published by Beehat Baby Music, all rights reserved
vivinfrance
This is heartbreaking, Amy, made more so by the conversational tone of both words and music. The two go so well together.
Please can you answer a silly question? Why do Americans say lingerie as “longeray” as though this French word were spelled “longerée”? The French i in linge is pronounced “a”
Sharp Little Pencil
We learned to pronounce it that way from our parents, who probably learned it from the movies, where all old movie stars pronounce it “lawn-zher-ay.” with only a slight “n” sound on the first syllable. That’s my best explanation. This was a real romance, years back, not destined to be, but what a sweet memory… Peace, Amy
James Steerforth
Terrific!!!
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks so much, James! Peace, Amy
Kim Nelson
Great lyrics, Amy. As usual, you are direct and succinct with your message and your craft.
Sharp Little Pencil
Kim, that song was from a real romance years ago. I wrote it on the way home, which was about three hours. Kept pulling over to scribble lyrics and the tune on improvised staves (five lines scrawled across paper, a common practice of mine when I don’t have manuscript on hand). Thanks so much! Amy
Sherry Blue Sky
Oh so lovely.Such a beautiful song!
Sharp Little Pencil
I’m glad you liked it. You, in particular, deserve all the smiles and music you can get. Love from the once-again freezing Midwest, Amy
Karen
Bravo!
Sharp Little Pencil
Why thank you, my dear! Peace, Amy
Cressida de Nova
What a lovely voice you have. Our little piaf poet.Enjoyed your video very much. I like the trust in love theme of the poem as well.
Sharp Little Pencil
I will treasure that comment about “Piaf poet,” Cressida. It’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve received, ever. So happy you liked the song! Peace and harmony always… Amy
Average Poet
Great lyrics I will listen later when I get on my pc, isn’t writing songs fun? Keep on jammin’!
Sharp Little Pencil
You’re a songwriter, too? Something tells me that makes you above average…! Peace, Amy
brian miller
smiles…..freshen it up and give it back…this has a fun rhyme to it…and def lyrical…also like the put it in your pocket as well…that is where most of my treasures go…
Sharp Little Pencil
Brian, that line comes from what I used to tell my daughter when she was having troubles. I’d say something nice and kiss her forehead, and tell her to keep the kiss in her pocket, hold it close… thanks, Amy
monica
Come on, admit it – we all know that it comes from “I’ve got something in my pocket that belongs across my face…”
zongrik
a heart scented in roses…mmmm….??? that’s weird!!
Lindy Lee
Backlog of posts overwhelms, almost deleted all from the feel of the pressure to reply, but so glad did not because of this poem by you…
monica
Sweet. Very sweet. Makes me smile and I loved being able to read it, then listen to you sing it.