Paul Anka. Miscellaneous. Hello, Young Lovers. When I think of Tom. I think about a night. When the earth smelled of summer. And the sky was streaked with white.
When I think of Tom. I think about a night. When the earth smelled of summer. And the sky was streaked with white. And the soft mist of England. Was sleeping on a hill.
Hello young lovers whoever you are. I hope your troubles are few. All my good wishes go with you tonight. I've been in love like you. . Be brave young lovers and follow your star.