Love (written 27 September 1965 - MFB)
Love is sweet and sometimes strange
And for many it brings a change
In their smiles and in their dreams
'Cos they're floating on starry beams.
Waltzing alone on a cloud
Far away from the crowd.
Never blue. never sad
Always happy, always glad.
For them, dreams don't fade and die
Just grow taller to reach the sky.
Fortune smiles on them alright
Through everyday and every night.
All these thoughts I do hold dear
And many times I shed a tear.
And wonder if perhaps I might
One day enjoy a similar flight. |
