About the song
Let me introduce you to the timeless classic “Poetry In Motion” by the legendary Johnny Tillotson. This enchanting piece of music transcends generations with its captivating melody and heartfelt lyrics.
“Poetry In Motion” was released in 1960 as part of Tillotson’s album titled “Johnny Tillotson’s Best.” The song quickly climbed the charts, reaching the number 2 spot on the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States and securing a place in the hearts of music lovers worldwide.
Written by Paul Kaufman and Mike Anthony, this track showcases Tillotson’s smooth and velvety voice as he effortlessly delivers each line with sincerity and charm. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the beauty and grace of a loved one, comparing them to poetry in motion, a timeless metaphor that continues to resonate with listeners to this day.
Tillotson’s rendition of “Poetry In Motion” remains one of his most beloved and enduring hits, earning him widespread acclaim and solidifying his status as a prominent figure in the golden era of pop music. With its infectious melody and romantic lyrics, this song continues to captivate audiences of all ages, proving that true artistry knows no bounds.
So sit back, relax, and let Johnny Tillotson’s “Poetry In Motion” take you on a journey through the power of music and love.
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Lyrics
When I see my baby
What do I see
Poetry
Poetry in motion
Poetry in motion
Walkin’ by my side
Her lovely locomotion
Keeps my eyes open wide
Poetry in motion
See her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean
Could never move that way
I love every movement
And there’s nothing I would change
She doesn’t need improvement
She’s much too nice to rearrange
Poetry in motion
Dancing close to me
A flower of devotion
A swaying gracefully
Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
Poetry in motion
See her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean
Could never move that way
I love every movement
There’s nothing I would change
She doesn’t need improvement
She’s much too nice to rearrange
Poetry in motion
All that I adore
No number-nine love potion
Could make me love her more
Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa