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Old Songs
In the wee small hours of the morning, that's the time
you miss her most of all, I'd give her my last dime;
where do you go to my lovely when alone in your bed,
tell me thoghts that surround you, I can look inside your head.
The very thought of you and I forget to do, the very
ordinary things that I ought to do, I'm living in
a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king, even tho'
it may seem that to me you're really my everything.
Why do the birds go on singging, why is the sun
in the sky, don't say no, it's the end of the world,
it ended when I lost your love; here in my heart
I'm so alone and so lonely, but then I have love for you only.
Now I shouted from the highest hill, even tho' golden daffodil,
once I had a secret love, my secret love's no secret anymore.
Copyright ©
Terry Reeves
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