Tie a string around your finger. Leave a note upon your desk. Don't forget little things that happened. To bring you happiness. . It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor.
You say, I've lost you to a woman half my age. A lovely young acquaintance that you've made. You say, your love for me, you've laid aside. And she's rekindled flames, you thought had died.
If you could read my mind you wouldn't be so blind. Can't you see that I'm in love with you. My lips would make no sound my head just spins around. My tongue get tired and I can't make a sound.
I've been living a new way of life that I love so. But I can see the clouds are gathering and the storm will wreck our home. For last night, she held you tightly and you didn't even shove.
Your lawyer called and said he had the papers all prepared. To sign my name was all I had to do. He saw the judge, now he seen me, there's only one thing left.
Once you were my life and breath. And you rode your free horse to death. Oh, you trifled around too much then you lost your loving touch. Now, whose shoulder will you cry on?.
This white circle on my finger means we're throughA reminder of my wasted years with you. . I took off my rings and placed them out of sight. But that won't keep me from missing you tonight.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas with every Christmas card I write.
[ Johnny Wright ]. To Canaan's land I'm on my way where the soul of men never dies. My darkest night will turn today where the soul of men never dies.
More than once I've cried because impatience let me down. I could see the gold before the gold was found. Everytime I've trusted love to lead me by the hand.
You've got on a little high horse and you said that this was end. You jumped right up and said goodbye and out the door you went. Well your --- now but you'll soon pull down.
WHEN THE MOON COMES OVER THE MOUNTAIN. Writers Beasley Smith, Howard Johnson, Harry Woods. . When the moon comes over the mountain. Every beam brings a dream dear of you.
When you left I thought that I would soon get over you. Even told myself that I would find somebody too. Time and tears have come and gone but not your memory.
You can't relive your past with the dream that's gone. You can't find love that will last in your world alone. A hurt so tall has built the wall where fate begins.
WHAT I BELIEVE DEAR (IS ALL UP TO YOU). Writers Tott Wilson, Sue Wilson. . What I believe, dear, is all up to you. Those things they are saying. Don't have to be true.
Maybe we could make it all right. We could make it better sometime. . Maybe we could make it happen, baby. We could keep trying. But things will never change.
What am I living for if not for you what am I living for if not for you. What am I living for if not for you oh nobody else nobody else will do. What am I longing for each lonely night to feel your lips to mine to hold you tight.
The days have been long and I have been lonesome. Recalling those dreams that never came true. The nights have been lonely but now that's all over. I've payed my debt for trusting in you.
Welcome to my world won't you come on in miracles I guess still happen now and then. Step into my heart leave your cares behind welcome to my world built with you in mind.
You say that I was all to blame that's untrue because you know. I gave my heart and soul to you a million tears ago. But you were satisfied at least you told me so-ho-ho.