Forever Ray

One weekend Ray was a bit at loose ends

Getting underfoot in Ella's kitchen again

She shooed him out, said 'It's such a nice day

Perhaps there's some yardwork you might do today'

So he drove where they sold statuettes by the pound

Saying 'If you want real art, 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 groundhog

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

Like autumn to winter, age shuffles in

So they hired a boy to rake and to trim

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

And every morning she places

A note on the tray

But without any stone

Letting it blow away

Down the street, on the air

To land where they may

Saying, 'I'll be your sweetheart'

'Forever, Ray'

Forever, Ray