CRY, CRY CRISTI 1972 - NAMEDROPPER

James Michael Taylor

CRY, CRY CRISTI

Cristi reads books about radio
She sits the children of light
Had a child of her own once down in Mexico
Now, her body’s a dead end at night
Cry. Cry, Cristi

Tho she left, she’s hardly gone
I find so much of her still hanging around
She lives in my heart
She’s always on my mind
Could I be her lost and Found?
Why, why, Cristi?

One morning, I sleeping beside her
Dreaming what never could be
new life to that desert inside her
Was not meant for Cristi and me
Bye, bye, Cristi

Sometime, Time takes a memory
And twists it all outta whack
That must be what’s happening with you and me
While we’re searching for something we lack?

Well, it’s colder now. We’re deep onto Fall
The leaves have all, to the ground
And things that I could hardly see at all
Now are quite easily found
My, my, Cristi

Cristi reads books about radio
She sits the children of light
Lost a child of her own once down in Mexico
Now, her body’s a dead end at night
Cry. Cry, Cristi

(C) 2006 ROYAL T MUSIC