Sonnets From The Portuguese Lyrics - Hart Corey

Oh na, na, oh no 

Oh yea 

Forgive my reveries of rapturous days in December 

Indulge me if I cut a single orchid in your name 

Perhaps my senses are a kaleidoscope forever yearning 

And I am all at once so helpless to dissuade 

[The love you give, the love you give] 

It turns and turns a thousand days 

[The love you give, the love you give] 

(The love you give, the love you give) 

With wings to lift my spirit high 

(The love you give oh) 

Across the desert hills 

My path was marked by stars above me 

Moonlit desires to trace our figures in the sand 

Smooth alabaster carpet flying slowly 

And we are free to set our souls out to the wind 

[The love you give, the love you give] 

It turns and turns a thousand days 

[The love you give, the love you give] 

(The love you give, the love you give) 

With wings to lift my spirit high 

(The love you give oh, eh) 

Oh yea 

[The love you give] 

The love you give 

Blowing my mind 

[Ah the love you give] 

See the locket in your name 

[Say] 

Forgive my revelry 

[Say, say] 

Standing still here alone 

[You're here] 

[Yea, yea] 

Oh 

Enchanted, standing still 

In the honey-mustard fields of India 

Forever warm December breezes in our hearts 

The truest lines ever discovered you found to bring me 

"Sonnets from the Portuguese" 

Only lovers can explain 

[Lovers] 

Lovers can explain 

(The love you give, the love you give) 

It turns and turns a thousand days 

(The love you give, the love you give) 

(The love you give, the love you give) 

With wings to lift my spirit high 

(The love you give, oh no, no) 

[Love you give, love you give] 

It turns and turns a thousand days 

[Love you give, love you give] 

[Love you give, love you give] 

[Love you give, love you give] 

[Love you give, love you give] 

[Love you give, love you give] 

[Love you give] 

Love you give.