From the mountain side my view of the grassy valley opens like the curtain of some monumental premiere. The late afternoon sun makes reservations with the horizon and casts out yawning rays of reception. As I make my way down the gentle slope, maneuvering here and there with some ingenuity around boulder outcroppings and aspen groves, I catch glimpses of a cabin nestled neatly against the wood line on the other side, sitting like a mother hen on her brood. By some intuition I know you are there expecting my long-awaited return.
As I approach, travel-weary and sweeping the tall grass with my fingertips, I can hear the distinct sound of a record playing. I can see you there, so beautiful and mystified, standing in the doorway... I tell myself that it's too perfect to be true and liven my stride to the melody of Artie Shaw & Helena Forrest singing "Deep Purple."
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When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls
And the stars begin to twinkle in the night
In the mist of a memory you wander on back to me
Breathing my name with a sigh
In the still of the night once again I hold you tight
Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams
Here in my deep purple dreams
When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls
And the stars begin to twinkle in the night
In the mist of a memory you wander back to me
Breathing my name with a sigh
In the still of the night once again I hold you tight
Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams
And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams
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