Rob Berretta

Lyrics

My neighbor built his wife a wishing well
Out behind the deck he built her too
Well that wasn’t quite my level, so I settled on a table
To be my lover’s monument to you
 
But disaster struck as the drawers were all stuck
And I had to give up after a while
I must’ve glued too much, and it wobbled to the touch
So my masterpiece just joined the firewood pile
 
Chorus:
I must admit it’s true
I’m not so handy here for you
I’m hardly Mr. Perfect, but I’m yours
Well I don’t have much to show you, but I’ll move the earth below you
And the secret to our happiness endures
 
To show you how my love grows deeper still
My presents get more meaningful each year
But today I was unable, with just my broken table
To even give a simple souvenir
 
You just smiled and laughed as you marveled at my craft
Saying this isn’t why you chose to marry me
That there is no need to measure all our joy in earthly treasure
Or keep score on every anniversary
 (chorus)
 
But still I want to show you where my heart stands
Though my wishing well’s not something to display
So I’ll play you this song that I built with my own hands
Just close your eyes and wish your dreams my way
(chorus)
 
© 2012 Rob Berretta