Let the Calabrese teach me love
And let him clear the air
When I have near me his olive skin
and salt-and-pepper hair
If my old love songs need added
some experiential charm
Let the Calabrese do it
When I fall into his arms
And when the Calabrese
is an echo in my past
He’ll tell me, had I learned to love,
I would have made it last
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
Let the Calabrese teach me love
And let him clear the air
When I have near me his olive skin
and salt-and-pepper hair
If my old love songs need added
some experiential charm
Let the Calabrese do it
When I fall into his arms
And when the Calabrese
is an echo in my past
He’ll tell me, had I learned to love,
I would have made it last
