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If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why cant I paint you? The words would never show, the you Ive come to know . . . If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go? Theres no one home but you, youre all thats left me to . . . And when my love for life is running dry, You come and pour yourself on me . . . If a man could be two places at one time, Id be with you, tomorrow and today, beside you all the way . . . If the world should stop revolving, Spinning slowly down to die, Id spend the end with you when the world was through . . . Then one by one the stars would all go out . . . Then you and I would simply fly away! Words and Music by David A. Gates |
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Be my love For no one else can end this yearning This need that you and you alone create Just fill my arms The way you've filled my dreams The dreams that you inspire With every sweet desireBe my love And with your kisses set me burning One kiss is all I need to seal my fate And hand in hand We'll find love's promised land There'll be no one but you for me Eternally If you will be my love |
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| 2:49 |
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If your sweetheart sends a letter of goodbye It's no secret you'll feel better if you cry When waking from a bad dream Don't you sometimes think it's real? But it's only false emotions that you feel If your heartaches seem to hang around too long And your blues keep getting bluer with each song Remember sunshine can be found behind a cloudy sky So let your hair down and go on and cry |
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Oh, ho
Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair My truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair Oh, ho Some men plow the open plains Some men sail the brine But I'm in love with a pretty little maid For work I have no time She's my, truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair Oh, ho Once I sailed from Boston Bay Bound for Singapore But one day out and I missed her so I swam right back to shore Back to my truly fair, truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair Oh, ho I love she and she loves me Pardon if I boast At times, we fight all the live-long night 'Bout who loves who the most My truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair Oh, ho Soon I'm gonna marry her Love her till I die There ain't no livin' on love alone But still I'm gonna try Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair How I love my truly fair Wow, how I love my truly fair |
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| 2:53 |
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