Love soft as an easy chair. Love fresh as the morning air. One love that is shared by two. I have found with you. Like a rose under the April snow. It was always certain love would grow.
Evergreen. . Joe Tanner. . Sometimes love will bloom in the springtime. Then like flowers in summer it will grow. And then fade away in the winter. When the cold winds begin to blow.
I was wielding my axe. drunk whisky at the bar. every night coming home. out the windshield of my car. I would look through the boughs. and think I saw my lucky star..