Faw-e-vah (With A Big Tongue) Two lovers sat beneath a tree one moonlit summer night; A beakless swallow came and roosted near. The lass said to her sweetie-dear, "this omen brings me fright!" Said he, "it makes no difference- IÕll be near." (CHORUS) For when the skies are grey Or when the skies are blue, IÕll be loving you Faw-e-vah (with a big tongue), When the mountains fall, I will heed your call, I will give you all Faw-e-vah (with a big tongue). Wild horses can't drag me away, Not while there's blood in my veins, But, sweetheart, if you cannot stay Won't you lend me your nicotine stains (for a little while)? And be you near or far, You will find your way And come home to stay Faw-e-vah (with a big tongue). (INSTRUMENTAL AND MONOLOGUE AD LIB) I've wandered the whole world through Wondering where you might be; From Paris to Timbuktu I have sung of my longing for thee, But I know someday soon You will say, "I do," Then I will be with you Faw-e-vah (with a great, big, e-naw-mus tongue)! Lyrics and Music by Alan Seidler and Timothy Aurthur ©1974 by Simian Press, A Div. of Ook Ook Productions, Inc.