And Lovin' You - Tom Paxton, Bob Gibson, Anne Hills

That cold Chicago wind

Was howling down the street

The rain has turned to sleet

If I decide to go

It will commence to snow

It’s overdue

Twas on a night like this

I blew in through your door

I asked for kindness

And you gave me that and more

You tought me how to do

The things that lovers do

Like coming through

And loving you

I’ve got my banjo tuned

But now I’ve lost the band

I must have missed the turn

I never learn it seems

My music is my dreams

Tis what I do

They close the hall

And put away the microphones

I’m all alone and I’d lay scratching at the strings

Then my banjo sings as banjoes often do

I’m coming through, and loving you

We heard John Lennon play

He sang Norwegian Wood

We thought he hung the moon

The sunlight on your floor

You didn’t work till four that afternoon

You took a stranger to an unfamiliar shore

Another country where he’d never been before

You taught him how to do the things the lovers do

Like coming through and loving you

Like coming through and loving you