By a country road wild roses grow that need my. special care, So I haven't time to be a. millionaire. And a cheerful brook on a mountain. side, is sad when I'm not there, So I haven't time.
I'm making believe that you're in my arms. Though I know you're so far away. Making believe I'm talking to you. Wish you could hear what I say. . And here in the gloom of my lonely room.