The Composer

(album: Time Out For Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - 1969)

You may not know how to make words rhyme
Carry a tune or clap on time
No talent for rhythm and musical things

But you're the composer of the song
That my heart sings, ooh

You may not know what quarter notes are
Or what I mean if I say Four to the Bar
Such musical terms may be Greek to your ears

But you're the composer of the song
That my heart hears, ooh

Now it's a tender song
It's like a rhapsody, a symphony
This song I find in this heart of mine
And it's begging you
"Let nothing keep us apart"
Oh, my darling
'Cause you've put a song in my heart, ooh-ooh, ooh

The song that I find in my heart for you
Every lyric and line, I swear it's true
It's the number one song on my personal chart, yeah

You're the composer of the song
That's in my heart, ooh

It's the number one song on my personal chart
And you're the composer of the song
That's in my heart, ooh
It's the number one song on my personal chart
And you're the composer of the song
That's in my heart