Certain Surprise - John Martyn

And now the air is clear, my dear

And you’re still here, and so

With a certain surprise

I’ll give you my eyes

Sweet certain surprise

Silence has never been my thing

I’m one of those

I love to shout and sing about my love

My sweet flying dove

There’s no one above

Sweet certain surprise

Soft uncertainty but blue

My love

That’s how I think of you

And so, with a certain surprise

I give you my eyes

Sweet certain surprise

Laughter has always been my thing

I’m one of those

I love to shout and sing about my love

Sweet flying dove

There’s no one above

Sweet certain surprise

We’re too sensitive, my dear

Two fugitives from fear

And so, with a certain surprise

I give you my eyes

Sweet certain surprise

Silence has never been my thing

I’m one of those

I love to shout and sing about my love

My sweet flying dove

There’s no one above

Sweet certain surprise