TELL ME THE STORY

Words and music by Howard Ashby Kranz

Like a child who’s just found out:

Mom’s a different person from me!

Like a game of peekaboo

(She’s there, though she’s gone somewhere I can’t see.)

I lie in our bed wondering do you still love me?

What happens next? Tell me the story.

Tell me the story, one I’ve often heard.

Tell me with your eyes, tell me using words.

I have felt it glowing, I have seen it shine.

I know it well, but tell me one more time.

Ask me once, do I know the capital of Delaware?

It’s Dover! And when Goldilocks sat in the chair

it was too hard - too soft - just right!

What happens next? Tell me the story.

Tell me the story, one I’ve often heard.

Tell me with your eyes, tell me using words.

I have felt it glowing, I have seen it shine.

I know it well, but tell me one more time.