Lryics from the 70's that could have been Doo Wop

Two artists in the 1970's whose song lyrics seemed to fit the typical Doo Wop "love song lyrics" mold were John Denvers' For Babe and Skylark's Wildflower. Both songs are easy listening tunes in their own right, but the lyrics are exceptionally excellent . . .

For Babe by: John Denver

I'll walk in the rain by your side

I'll cling to the warmth of your hand

I'll do anything to keep you satisfied

And I'll love you more than anybody can.

And the wind will whisper your name to me

Little birds will sing along in time

Leaves will bow down when you walk by

And morning bells will chime.

I'll be there when you're feeling down
To kiss away the tears that you cry

I'll share with you all the happiness I've found

A reflection of the love in your eyes.

And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow

A picture of the joy that is mine

The leaves will bow down when you walk by

And morning bells will chime.

I'll walk in the rain by your side

I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand

I'll do anything to help you understand and

I'll love you more than anybody can.

And the wind will whisper your name to me

Little birds will sing along in time

The leaves will bow down when you walk by

And morning bells will chime.

Wildflower by: Skylark

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine

And many times her eyes fought back the tears

And when her youthful world was about to fall in

Each time her slender shouldersbore the weight of all her fears

And a sorrow no one hears still rings in midnight silence in her ears

Let her cry, for she's a lady

Let her dream, for she's a child

Let the rain fall down upon her

She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

And if by chance I should hold her

Let me hold her for the time

But if allowed just one possession

I would pick her from the garden to be mine.

Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken

And sleep's the only freedom that she knows

And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe

The way she's always paying for debts she never owes

And a silent wind still blows that only she can hear and so she goes

Let her cry, for she's a lady

Let her dream, for she's a child

Let the rain fall down upon her

She's a free and gentle flower growing wild.