Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Donald and Lydia , by - John Prine. Song from the album John Prine, in the genre Release date: 26.12.1977
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Donald and Lydia |
| Small town, bright lights, Saturday night |
| Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights |
| Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade |
| Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray |
| Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat |
| Behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat |
| She read romance magazines up in her room |
| And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon |
| But dreaming just comes natural |
| Like the first breath from a baby |
| Like sunshine feeding daisies |
| Like the love hidden deep in your heart |
| Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night |
| A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights |
| Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be |
| Lay one of too many, a young PFC: |
| There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said |
| Strangers had forced him to live in his head |
| He envisioned the details of romantic scenes |
| After midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine |
| But dreaming just comes natural |
| Like the first breath from a baby |
| Like sunshine feeding daisies |
| Like the love hidden deep in your heart |
| Hot love, cold love, no love at all |
| A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall |
| Nothing is wrong, nothing is right |
| Donald and Lydia made love that night |
| They made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams |
| They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams |
| But when they were finished, there was nothing to say |
| 'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away |
| But dreaming just comes natural |
| Like the first breath from a baby |
| Like sunshine feeding daisies |
| Like the love hidden deep in your heart |