Certain Surprise - John Martyn
    And now the air is clear, my dear,

    And you're still here, and so,
    With a certain surprise,
    I'll give you my eyes;
    Sweet certain surprise.

    Silence has never been my thing,
    I'm one of those.
    I love to shout and sing about my love.
    My sweet flying dove,
    There's no one above
    Sweet certain surprise.

    Soft uncertainty but blue, my love;
    That's how I think of you, and so,
    With a certain surprise,
    I give you my eyes;
    Sweet certain surprise.

    Laughter has always been my thing,
    I'm one of those.
    I love to shout and sing about my love;
    Sweet flying dove,
    There's no one above
    Sweet certain surprise.

    {elephant solo}

    We're too sensitive, my dear.
    Two fugitives from fear, and so,
    With a certain surprise,
    I give you my eyes;
    Sweet certain surprise.

    Silence has never been my thing;
    I'm one of those.
    I love to shout and sing about my love.
    My sweet flying dove,
    There's no one above
    Sweet certain surprise.

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