Dear Malcolm, Dear Alwyn

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.

following verses are from a 1976 (?) live tape:

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.