I wish I had a talking book
  that told me how to act and look
  A talking book that contained keys
  to past and present memories
  
  A talking book that said your name
  so if you were gone, you'd still remain
  More than a picture on a shelf
  in imagination I could touch
  
  A talking, talking book
  
  I wish I had a talking book
  filled with buttons you could push
  Containing looks and sights, your touch
  your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs
  
  How much I'd bluster to ask it why
  one must live and one must die
  
  I wish I had a talking book
  by my side so I could look
  And touch and feel and dream, a look
  much bigger than a talking book
  A taste of loving future and past
  is that so much to really ask
  In this one moment's time and space
  can our love really be replaced
  By a talking book
  
  Can our love really be replaced
  by a talking book
  Can our love really be replaced
  by a talking book
  Can our love ever, forever be replaced
  Can our love ever be replaced
  
  Can our love ever be replaced
  (can our love really be replaced)
  By a talking book