Morning comes, sunlight drippin' down upon my chest
I awake to the sound of singin' birds, callin' me to rise up from my rest
To the window I am floatin' now, to catch the very vision of my days
Down among the daffodils, in the garden, where my baby lays
And I love her
I just wish, I could tell her
Calista Batista you know I'm in love with you
Come on Calista, don't be coy
Come on Calista, show me your everything
Come on Calista
Shadows forming, winds both foul and fair are now all swarming
The sun it hides behind the clouds, the day is shot to hell now without warning
My baby now she runs and hides, tryin' to find shelter from the storm
And the wind it takes the daffodils, from the very garden where they were born
And I loved her
I just wish, I could've told her
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