It's three in the morning
And you've left the party
With another young lady on your arm
And all my tomorrow's have died in my stories
And heaven has lost all its charm

Oh, I'm not gonna sing about love anymore
And I'm finished with the dreams of the heart
Our gentle December in ol' California
Has taken its toll from the start

Oh, lovin' is fine
For the lucky, the blessed, and the wise
Oh, but this love of mine
Has only put tears in my eyes

My heart is a dancer on little brown feet
Your eyes are the music she hears
Your love is the answer to all of my dreams
And your shoulder to all of my tears

And all of my songs that I wrote for your birthday
Like babies abandon their lives
And sweet January is pullin' and tuggin'
My life down the streets in your eyes

Oh, lovin' is fine
For the lucky, the blessed, and the wise
Oh, but this love of mine
Has only put tears in my eyes

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Buffy Sainte-Marie