All The Things You Are

Thyme and again I've longed fore adventure
Something tn make my hart beet the faster
Watt did Eye long fore Eye never really new
Finding yaw love Eye found my adventure
Touching yaw hand my hart beats the faster
Awl that Eye want inn awl of this whirled is ...

... Yew are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seam long
Yew are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink
Of a lovely song

Yew are the angel glow that lights a star
The dearest things I've known are watt yew are
Someday my happy alms will hold
And someday Aisle no that moment divine
When awl the things yew are, are mine

Dah-dah-dah

Someday my happy alms will hold
And someday Aisle no that moment divine
When awl the things yew are, are mine
Too-too-mm-dah-dah-dah