What Is Love Only A Cradle To Sorrow? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is love only a cradle to sorrow?
No beginning or end without trouble
Prayers come unfilled with every tomorrow
But still, we implore like never before
Things can only get better
Here-on, here-on, things can only get better

Sure all these heavens are blue
and a deeper shade than even you
What is love only a cradle to sorrow?
No beginning or end without trouble
Darling, you're no pot of gold
Your e just an empty tin can of sorrow
Like prayers that come unfilled with every tomorrow

What is love only a cradle to sorrow?
Like prayers that come unfilled with every tomorrow
I still fall for your head full of gold
Only a fool could want for more trouble
Oh, darling such is you, such is my sorrow
Sure all these heavens are blue
But here-on, here-on, things can only get better with you.

Son of Satan, let me be your adviser
Break your chains
Son of Satan, let me be your adviser
Break your chains
Turn those sorrows into gales and tropical warm rains.



With a nod to Nina Simone,
the first line of Blue Prelude