With your mauve pillow
And your laddered tights,
With your neat covers
And your midnight eyes,
With your sisters in the suburbs,
With your ballerina's grace…
You smile and I am blessed
You laugh and I am possessed
You climb the clouds caress
Yes, I am blessed,
Yes, I am blessed.
With your grey denim
And your hosting life,
With your teeth missing
And you mystic eyes,
With your tenderness and trouble,
With your son against your breast…
You smile and I am blessed
You laugh and I am possessed
You climb the clouds caress
Yes, I am blessed,
Yes, I am blessed
You smile and I am blessed
You lie and I am dust
And you ride London's wilderness.
Yes, I am blessed,
Yes, I am blessed.
Oh…