Lady in Paisley

Words and Music by Sam Flesher
August 1994
All rights Reserved.

Here is a tune about my experience as a soldier in the Yom Kippur war that has ironically become very popular in Pgh coffee houses and bars to almost all non Jewsih let alone non zionist audiences.

After the ambush
I saw the lieutenent
He was covered in sweat.
And his spirit was spent.
As he sat at the table
Drinking his coffee.
I couldn't quit tell.
If he was looking at me

His eyes seem to dance.
Like the eyes of an elf.
And I struggled to hear.
As he talked to himself.
I struggled to hear.
As he talked to himself.

He said if I could paint by the numbers
I'd paint me a lady in paisley.
Beautiful lady in paisley.
A calico goddess of love.
And on the day when my confidence crumbles.
I'd make love to my lady in paisley.

And even if I were to loose everything.
I'd still find a way.
To dress up my dreams.
With the colorful quilts.
And the intricate schemes.
Of my lady in paisley
The calico goddess of love.

The captain came in.
From the rear of the tent.
Put down his rifle.
And called the lieutenent.
And without a trace.
Of compassion or tact.
He went straight away.
For the matters of fact.

Tell me how many wounded.
How many dead.
I remember I flinched
When the lieutenent said.
I remember I flinched.
When the lieutenent said captain.

If I could paint by the numbers
I'd paint me a lady in paisley.
Beautiful lady in paisley.
A calico goddess of love.
And on the day when my confidence crumbles.
I'd make love to my lady in paisley.

And even if I were to loose everything.
I'd still find a way.
To dress up my dreams.
With the colorful quilts.
And the intricate schemes.
Of my lady in paisley
The calico goddess of love.

Many years later.
I saw the lieutenent.
He carried his secret.
Wherever he went.
And somehow he'd managed.
To gather his courage.
And stifle the guilt.
Of surviving the carnage.

And when I told him
He needn't take it so hard
I should have know what was coming.
But he caught me off guard.
I should have known what was coming.
But he caught me off guard.

If I could paint by the numbers
I'd paint me a lady in paisley.
Beautiful lady in paisley.
A calico goddess of love.
And on the day when my confidence crumbles.
I'd make love to my lady in paisley.

And even if I were to loose everything.
I'd still find a way.
To dress up my dreams.
With the colorful quilts.
And the intricate schemes.
Of my lady in paisley
The calico goddess of love.