A folk love song from the 1960's about both fearing to fall in love and wishing to find romantic love on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.
(lyrics)
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.