I’d give you my love,
but my love just wouldn’t do, dear.
If only you could use my love.
Then I’d give you a hug
and a kiss so soft that you wouldn’t fear
what you’re dreaming of, my love.
Oh, why then, love,
why do you cry then, love?
Why don’t you try
some of what I’ve
been thinking of?
Darling, I’ve seen what’s above
and it’s you, but you can’t see the truth.
Let me lift you up, my love.
Lyrics for an AABA swing jazz song.
Piano melody singalong @ youtube.com/watch?v=Gv8miGvg8Gs
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