Story Behind the Song
A song about the dangers of getting too attached to an animal as fickle as a cat, especially a haughty little Russian Blue cat
Lyrics
I'll rest with you in the sly and wily Morning Sun. A days's work is never done, so we haven't begun.
My little Russian Blue
I'll stand with you in the whirling swirling afternoon. Way too soon I'll bury you.
My little Russian Blue
Chorus: Do you see the same colors that I do?Like a blue cloud, in a grey sky, you wander in and we don't ask why. And the wisest thing that I'll ever do, is not to grow to fond of you.
My little Russian Blue.
She waits for me, like a sphinx on the steps of the eve. She only drinks from a running stream, like a crazy dream. My Little Russian Blue
Chorus:
She's growing thin. Like a a cloud, or a widow's time. And I don;t mind, if you eat and run, cuz we had our fun. My Little Russian Blue....
Chorus
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