Larry Norman - Dear Malcolm, Dear Alwyn lyrics

Dear Malcolm, Dear Alwyn You're my favorite singers in England And I love you so much You've got the Holy Spirit's touch You're much more than just a two-man band I got a memo from Turner, he's a poet I'm a learner, And he says you're coming back to L.A Well, I'll see you when you land I hope your schedule's not too planned I know you can't, but I wish you could stay I miss you my friends, I think about you all the time You're so far away - Well, I hope you're feeling fine Beware of the snakes And the robbers and the fakes And the guys who always want a percent You don't need them anymore God is gonna close those doors; I guess it's time to pack up your tent Dear Malcolm, Dear Alwyn I love the way you play guitar (spoken): and that funny thing you hold in your hands It's a harpsichord, no, it's too little for a harpsichord Well, I don't know, but it's great... And you write such nice songs And I don't know where you get your ideas from But I have a suspicion I miss you my friends I think about so much of the time You're so far away - I just know you're doing fine Dear Malcolm, Dear Alwyn You're my favorite singers in England And your songs are so simple But they take me to the temple, I guess I'm just your number one fan