Claire Fontaine — Hawksley Workman

claire fontaine who are you i like the paper you make we were introduced by a lover of mine and now she's gone and i still have you claire fontaine

claire fontaine you seem to bring the best out of me and the things that i write to sing claire fontaine

claire fontaine are you a lumberjack or something does your father own a forest of the nicest trees for chopping claire fontaine

claire fontaine your sheets are very smooth i like to rub my pen across them do you feel the way i do claire fontaine

claire fontaine you seem to bring the best out of me and the things that i write to sing claire fontaine

if the newspapers used your paper for the news things may seem less terrifying just because of you claire fontaine

and were you in the garden when they said the war had started did you think you'd write a letter that would start my dear departed claire fontaine

claire fontaine you seem to bring the best out of me and the things that i write to sing claire fontaine...

claire fontaine i'm going home for christmas they may refuse me entry 'cause your native to this country claire fontaine

but as a foreigner reliquish a pad of paper so distinguished i say never never never i'll take this pad of mine to heaven claire fontaine

but maybe i will choose to write a fan letter or two i might write one to andy warhol and the other one for you and you can rest assured in knowing they'd be on your paper too claire fontaine who are you

claire fontaine you seem to bring the best out of me and the things that i write to sing claire fontaine