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As I set here alone with the stars through the night And my thoughts they come back to you You're far from me way out of my sight But my mind draws a picture of you You're part of my morning, my noon, and my night I just can't keep you away You've been here forever, so clear in my mind There's been something I've needed to say Can we hold hands on a blanket under the moon While the orchestra of crickets plays us a tune We can sit by the fire out back in the yard Loving you, woman, has never been hard We can sit on a porch swing right up to the dawn Slow dance to the radio till the night time is gone You may be a hundred or a few miles away You're still on my mind today You've been here forever, so clear in my mind I just don't know what to do I may not have you but girl till I do This is my love song to you Can we hold hands on a blanket under the moon While the orchestra of crickets plays us a tune We can sit by the fire out back in the yard Loving you, woman, has never been hard We can sit on a porch swing right up to the dawn Slow dance to the radio till the night time is gone
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
My Love Song To You
As I set here alone with the stars through the night And my thoughts they come back to you You're far from me way out of my sight But my mind draws a picture of you You're part of my morning, my noon, and my night I just can't keep you away You've been here forever, so clear in my mind There's been something I've needed to say Can we hold hands on a blanket under the moon While the orchestra of crickets plays us a tune We can sit by the fire out back in the yard Loving you, woman, has never been hard We can sit on a porch swing right up to the dawn Slow dance to the radio till the night time is gone You may be a hundred or a few miles away You're still on my mind today You've been here forever, so clear in my mind I just don't know what to do I may not have you but girl till I do This is my love song to you Can we hold hands on a blanket under the moon While the orchestra of crickets plays us a tune We can sit by the fire out back in the yard Loving you, woman, has never been hard We can sit on a porch swing right up to the dawn Slow dance to the radio till the night time is gone
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
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