by John Forster


Hair of gold and lips red as wine
Columbine, Columbine
And she promised someday she'd be mine
Columbine, Columbine

She promised we'd wed on the fourth of July
And raise up a family and love 'til we die
But our lives were not meant to entwine
Columbine, Columbine

The most beautiful voice ever heard
Columbird, Columbird
And it certainly filled up the room
Columboom, Columboom

When a stranger in church heard her belt out a tune
He promised her stardom, the sun, and the moon
Off she went saying "See you next summer"
Columbummer, Columbummer

It was nine years before she returned
Columburned, Columburned
No longer dainty and thin as a leaf
Columbeef, Columbeef

She hugged me and kissed me and fell to her knees
Sayin' "Darlin' I tried, but I'll never be free"
"Of your mad irresistable pull"
Columbull, Columbull

We could have been lovers and partners for life
I guess we still could except for my wife
So I turned with a tear in my eye
Columbye-bye, Columbye

Columbine is the eighth (8th) song on the "The Official Bootleg Album" album. It is an original song by John Forster and Tom Chapin.

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