Walking My Baby Back Home - James Taylor

Gee, it's great after staying out late,
Walking my baby back home.
Arm in arm, over meadow and farm,
Walking my baby back home.

We go on harmonizing a song
Or she's reciting a poem,
Owls fly by and they give me the eye,
Walking my baby back home.

We stop for awhile,
She gives me a smile
And cuddles her cheek to my chest.
We start to pet and that's when I get
Her powder all over my vest.

After I kind of straighten my tie,
She has to borrow my comb.
It's one kiss then we continue again
Walking my baby back home.