With a song in my heart. I behold your adorable face. Just a song from the start. But it still is a hymn to your grace. When the music swells. I'm holding your hand.
Troubles really are bubbles they say. And I'm bubbling over today. Spring brings roses to people you see. But it brings hay fever to me. My luck will vary surely.
Sometimes you think you've lived before. All that you live to day. Things you do come back to you. As if they knew the way. Oh the tricks your mind can play.
It seems we stood and talked like this before. We looked at each other in the same way then. But I can't remember where or when. . The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore.
It seems we stood and talked like this before. We looked at each other in the same way then. But I can't remember where or when. . The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore.