CLAIR



Clair, the moment I met you, I swear,

I felt as if something somewhere

had happened to me which I couldn't see.

And the the moment I met you again

I knew in my heart that we were friends.

It had to be so, it couldn't be no.



But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why

you get to me in a way I can't describe.

Words mean so little when you look up and smlle.

I don't care what people say, to me you're more than a child,

oh Clair, Clair.



Clair, if ever a moment so rare

was captured for all to compare.

That moment is you in all that you do.



But why in spite of our age difference do I cry,

each time I leave you feel I could die.

Nothing means more than hearing you say,

"I'm going to marry you, will you marry me, Uncle Ray?"

Oh Clair, Clair.



Clair, I've told you before, don't you dare!

Get back into bed, can't you see that it's late.

No, you can't have a drink, oh, alright then.



But wait just a bit while I in an effort to baby sit

capture my breath, what there is left of it.

You can be murder at this hour of the day

but in the morning tonight will seem a lifetime away,

oh Clair, Clair, Clair.



- Raymond O Sullivan