A folk song/love song--written in the 1960s--about both fearing to fall in love and wishing to find romantic love on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in the USA.
You've got such long blonde hair
And a mind so rare
And the words you utter
Come through so clear.
And I did realize
When you sat so near
That my heart was warning:
"Look out! Beware!"
Because I don't want to get caught in a web, again,
And I don't want my stream to be exposed.
But if you've got some interest, honey,
Just come to me
And then we will see
If I'll give you a rose.
You've got a way with kids
And you let them live
And they hold your soft hands
With grateful grins.
And in the deep evening
As I lay alone
Your face did appear
With dreams of home.
But I don't want to fall into a well, again,
And I don't want my hopes to be destroyed.
But if you've got some interest, honey
Just come to me
And then we will see
If I'll give you a rose.
You drifted much around
But you never found
Until that kind man
He took you 'round.
And your joy is clear
Beaming through you eyes
And I hear your laughter
As you both stroll by.
So I'm afraid to tell you how I feel, you know,
And all that I can do is write a poem.
But if you've got some interest, honey,
Just come to me
And then we will see
If I'll give you a rose.