Joan Baez Caruso

Infinity gives me chills, so could the waters of Iceland

But there's a diff'rence in finding diamonds and rust

And rhinestones in a dishpan

Miracles bowl me over and often will they do so

Now I think I was asleep till I heard the voice of the great Caruso

 

Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time

Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime

 

A friend of mine gave me a tape

She'd copied from a record disc

It was made at the turn of the century

And found in a jacket labeled "misc"

And to cellos, harps and flugelhorns

With the precision of a hummingbird's heart

Was the lord of the monarch butterflies,

One time ruler of the world of art.

 

Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time

Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime

 

Yeah the king of them all was Enrico, whose singular chest could rival

A hundred fervent Baptists giving forth in a tent revival

It's true he was a vocal miracle, but that's only secondary

It's the soul of the monarch butterfly that I find a little bit scary

 

Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time

Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime

 

Perhaps he's just a vehicle to bear us to the hills of truth

That's Truth spelled with a great big T and peddled in the mystic's booth

There are oh so many miracles that the western sky exposes

Why go looking for lilacs when you're lying in a bed of roses?

 

Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time

Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime