Make Music Lyrics - Singles - B. Martin

To me, to me love is no go 

Till fiddle and oboe start weeping, and wailing 

That's my failing 

He may be all wrong for me 

But his is the only song for me 

I know he's around when the sky and the ground start in ringing 

I know he is near 

By the thunder I hear in advance 

His words, his words alone 

Are the words that can start my heart singing 

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance 

He'll sleep and he'll rise 

In the light of two eyes that adore him 

And bore him it might 

But he won't leave my sight for a glance 

In every way, every day 

I need less of myself and more him, more him 

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance 

In every way, every day 

I need less of myself and more him, more him 

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance 

His is the only music that makes me dance