Erica Jong - Ordinary Miracles lyrics

Spring, rainbows, ordinary miracles about which nothing new can be said. The stars on a clear night of a New England winter; the soft air of the islands along the old Spanish Main; pirate gold shining in the palm; the odor of roses to the lover's nose. . . There is no more poetry to be written of these things. The rainbow's sudden revelation-- behold! The cliché is true! What can one say but that? So too with you, little heart, little miracle, but you are no less miracle for being ordinary.