it would be so cold;
sitting by the fire in your arms..
comfort me won't yuh' honey!
the stories have been turnd into gold.
from the skys to the willows,
from the softness in the pillows.
Loving you is so possible...
when impossible is being possible.
i could crawl into your arms.
and cry my tears away.
you're like a fountain..
hiding it's peak in the creases in the snow covered mountains.
I Love you!
You love me don't you!?
I'll do it for you!
you make the sour turn into honey...
you turn the roses into gold.
I love you so much baby!
So I'll just do it for you...
I love you baby! don't yuh' know?
I love you..

 
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