The Things I Love
a silver moonbeam peeping through the trees, a bed of tulips nodding in the breeze, the look you you give in answer to my pleas, these are the things i love.
oh!
once i thought that life was just a winter thing, my heart was cold, and then you came to me and like a breath of springyou turned the silver snow to gold.
a robin's serenade when day is thru, the babbling brook beside our rendezvous, your sweet voice whispering
oh!
once i thought that life was just a winter thing, my heart was cold, and then you came to me and like a breath of springyou turned the silver snow to gold.
a robin's serenade when day is thru, the babbling brook beside our rendezvous, your sweet voice whispering
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Writer(s): Lewis Harris, Harold Barlow
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