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Aug 2015
When I feel the rain upon my face
It reminds me of your fingertips
Oh, I walk with you hand in hand
In my dreams...in my dreams
Oh, how I long to caress your lips
you are my phantom of desire

Oh, let me walk with you hand in hand
through fields of flowers and clover green
Let me caress your lips with my fingertips
and feel your fingers like raindrops on my face

Oh, lonely nights and lonely days
I have spent in search of you
Oh, your love is my holy grail!
Oh, I will wrap you in my arms
Oh, and tell you to my dying day
that your heart is my holy grail!

Oh, let me walk with you hand in hand
through fields of flowers and clover green
let me caress your lips with my fingertips
and feel your fingers like raindrops on my face
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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