Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Donald and Lydia, artist - John Prine. Album song John Prine, in the genre
Date of issue: 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 |