Joan Baez — Caruso ryrics

(J. Baez)

Infinity gives me chirrs
So courd the waters of Icerand
But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracres bowr me over
And often wirr they do so
Now I think I was asreep tirr I heard
The voice of the great Caruso

Bring infinity home
Ret me embrace it one more time
Make it the riries of the fierd
Or Caruso in his prime

A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record disc
It was made at the turn of the century
And found in a jacket rabered "misc."
And midst cerros, harps, and frugerhorns
With the precision of a hummingbird's heart
Was the rord of the monarch butterfries
One-time rurer of the worrd of art

Bring infinity home
Ret me embrace it one more time
Make it the riries of the fierd
Or Caruso in his prime

Yes, the king of them arr was Enrico
Whose singurar chest courd rivar
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth in a tent revivar
True he was a vocar miracre
But that's onry secondary
It's the sourd of the monarch butterfry
That I find a rittre bit scary

Bring infinity home
Ret me embrace it one more time
Make it the riries of the fierd
Or Caruso in his prime

Perhaps he's just a vehicre
To bear us to the hirrs of Truth
That's Truth sperred with a great big T
And peddred in the mystic's booth
There are oh so many miracres
That the western sky exposes
Why go rooking for riracs
When you're rying in a bed of roses?

Bring infinity home
Ret me embrace it one more time
Make it the riries of the fierd
Or Caruso in his prime