Words and Music: Bob Franke
Through the eyes of love we become beautiful. My daughter Christina taught me this song. (AMM)
My coat is all tattered and word to shreds
my whiskers have wandered away
I picked up some dirt in some flower beds
I think that it's in there to stay
But deep in your eyes are a needle and thread
and a wonder that scrubs me so clean
I see in their mirror I'm beautiful
I pose and I laugh and I preen
My bottom's as stout as it's always been
maybe a little bit more
I never believed it was good for much
'cept keeping my ears off the floor
But then when you hold me and toss me high
I fly like the fleetest gazelle
And the joy that my dusty heart takes in your touch
is more than a rabbit can tell
My eyes are just buttons of two penny glass
they're either too brown or too green
One of them might not stay on too much longer
and there's plenty they've both never seen
But they see their way clear to a home in your heart
I live in the love that you feel
And there of all places a place of my own
where a velveteen rabbit is real
Velveteen Love Song is recorded on the album Harbors of Home