Johnny Mathis Arianne Lyrics

Arianne Lyrics

Arianne's an April morning

That comes rippling through my window

She's the smell of coffee brewing

On a quiet rainy Sunday



And the purring of a kitten

That has made my neck a pillow for its head



Arianne's the silly music

That my father used to whistle

She's the new leaf on the fern

That I had given up last winter



And what writers have to feel like

When they suddenly discover they've been read



Arianne is mama's crystal

Bread that's nearly finished baking

And the rainbow in a puddle

And the happiest of birthdays



Then the going off on Friday

And the coming back on Monday with a tan



Arianne is made of feeling

So I milk her of her kisses

And I swallow up her breathing

And I taste her where she loves me



And I'm filled, overflowing

But there's always room for more of Arianne



Arianne is Mama's crystal

Bread that's nearly finished baking

And the rainbow in a puddle

And the happiest of birthdays



And the going off on Friday

And the coming back on Monday with a tan



Arianne is made of feeling

So I milk her of her kisses

And I swallow up her breathing

And I taste her where she loves me



And I'm filled, overflowing

But there's always room for more of Arianne