Nhạc sĩ: Richard Rodgers
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Geraniums in the window, hydrangeas on the lawn
And breakfast in the kitchen, in the timid pink of dawn
And you to blow me kisses when I headed for the sea
We might have been a happy pair of lovers, I'd have wished
And coming home at twilight
It might have been so sweet
To take my catch of herring
And lay them at your feet
I might have had a baby
What?
To deaden on my knee
But aren't
All these things that might have been are never, never to be.
