Oh listen, sister,. I love my mister man,. And I can't tell yo' why,. There ain't no reason. Why I should love that man.. It must be something that the angels done plan..
You are the promised kiss of springtime. That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening. That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
I hear music when I look at you,. A beautiful theme of every. Dream I ever knew.. Down deep in my heart I hear it play.. I feel it start, then melt away..
You are the promised kiss of springtime. That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening. That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the promised kiss of springtime. That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening. That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
I hear music when I look at you,. A beautiful theme of every. Dream I ever knew.. Down deep in my heart I hear it play.. I feel it start, then melt away..
You are the promised kiss of springtime. That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening. That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the promised kiss of springtime. That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening. That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
Time and again I've longed for adventure,. Something to make my heart beat the faster.. What did I long for? I never really knew.. Finding your love I've found my adventure,.
Spending these lonesome evenings. With nothing to do. But to live in dreams that I make up. All by myself. . Dreaming that you're beside me. I picture the prettiest stories.
Spending these lonesome evenings. With nothing to do. But to live in dreams that I make up. All by myself. . Dreaming that you're beside me. I picture the prettiest stories.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking. Was looked on as something shocking. Now heaven knows, anything goes. . Good authors too. Who once knew better words.
Ol' man river. That ol' man river. He don't say nothing. But he must know something. Cause he just keeps rolling. He keeps rolling along. Rollin' along.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking. Was looked on as something shocking.. Now heaven knows. Anything goes. . Good authors too who once knew better words.