Colin Blunstone Her Song
Sometimes when I wake at night, In the hour before the light, Darkness seems to cover, And hide me from all reason, Then out on the rooftop high, Another day begins to climb, Something is waking, And in the light that I can see, A sleepy head so close to me, And every little word we sang into the night is bright for the day. Hey, you know, you are love to me, You hold everything like a child for me, And I think of you and your funny ways, That sweet summer smile on your lovely face, For I love you, You are br, br,
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