Ingrid & Jim Croce In Birchrunville

Jim Croce - Child Of Midnight

Written by Ingrid Croce

She stood by the window and let down her hair
Asked if I knew that I shouldn't be there
Her lips said goodbye
But her body said stay
I knew I should go but I stayed anyway

And they called her child of midnight
And they say she'd love
Whomever she find
But when morning came I loved her
And she stayed there in my mind

She stood by the window and let down her hair
Asked if I thought that it was right
That she give her body and I give my mind
I looked for an answer all the night

And they called her child of midnight
And they say she'd love
Whomever she find
But when morning came I loved her
And she stayed there in my mind

She stood by the window and tied up her hair
Acted as if I had never been there
Her lips said goodbye
But her body said stay
I knew I should go but I stayed anyway

And they called her child of midnight
And they say she'd love
Whomever she find
But when morning came I loved her
And she stayed there in my mind