Beautiful like spring,
And how a dozen roses sing
Of adoration of the one I do so love.
For your smile I'd wait a while,
A tender dove, a sweeping love,
The type that could ne'er go out of style.
Beautiful like spring,
And how a dozen roses sing
Of adoration of the one I do so love.
For your smile I'd wait a while,
A tender dove, a sweeping love,
The type that could ne'er go out of style.