Timothy, My Own Timothy – Dragonfly Collector (Lyrics)

Words and Music by Clementine

Timothy, Timothy, you are a precious gift
Timothy, Timothy, you simply are without a doubt
A tremendous sensation
A tonic to the soul
Oh, oh, ohh…
Oh, oh, ohh…

I miss your morning smiles
The glow in your eyes
And the way, and the way you call me “Tito”

Our daily routine
Looking outside for squirrels and birds
And the beagles right across the street

I like how you do that forehead kiss with your own
A prized bump on the head with your eyes closed
This groove is so mysterious
I think it’s sweet
That’s your style I know…

(when you’re happy
I know, I know you like me)

Timothy, Timothy, you are a precious gift
Timothy, Timothy, you simply are without a doubt
A tremendous sensation
A tonic to the soul
Oh, oh, ohh…
Oh, oh, ohh…

Oh, three months with you in a nutshell of our own
Those afternoon walks with your shades on
Your groove is so mysterious
I think it’s cool
That’s your style I know…
Oh, oh, ohh…
Oh, oh, ohh…

Benign universe
My life is more than halfway over
Someday I’ll marry well
And have my own
My own Timothy.