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One weekend Ray was a bit at loose ends Getting under foot in Ella's kitchen again She shooed him out, said 'It's such a nice day, perhaps there's some yard work you might do today' So he drove where they sold statuettes by the pound Saying 'if you want real art, gotta go to Waynetown' He bought a smart cement rabbit standing on hind legs In a waiter's waistcoat and flourishing a tray And every morning she'd find On that small rabbit tray Secured with a stone So it would not blow away A note that said 'to my sweetheart' or 'happy birthday' 'Here's lookin at you kid', forever, Ray, forever, Ray Pleased with his plan, his idea grew wings Every weekend he'd add another marvelous thing A sweet life sized angel, a Madonna and dog Andy Griffith and Jesus, Big Foot and ground hog And every morning she'd find On that small rabbit tray Secured with a stone so it would not blow away A note that said 'to my sweetheart' or 'happy birthday' 'Here's lookin at you kid', forever, Ray, forever, Ray Letras de canciones Like autumn to winter, age shuffles in And they hired a boy from next to rake and ? Every statue a touchstone a memory to recall In the center the rabbit that started it all Like a watch that's been turned too often and long Ella and Ray began to wind down The springs and small gears had not lost their shine But simply could no longer hold on to time Now every morning she places a note on the tray But without the small stone letting blow a way Down the street, on the air, to land where they may Saying, 'I'll be your sweetheart', forever Ray, forever, Ray From Letras Mania