I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way. Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday. I called on dear old Santa Claus. To see what I could see. He took me to his workshop. A
Speak low when you speak, love,. Our summer day withers away. Too soon, too soon. Speak low when you speak, love,. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,. We're swept apart too soon. Speak low,
Hues of blues and greens surround me. Knowing you have found another love. Has turned me world to sorrow Green with envy for another. Fearing she may be the one to soar. Through life with you, can
What is this thing called love?. This funny thing called love. Just who can solve its mystery?. And why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there, one wonderful day. But you took my heart and y
