| To a Young Niece Believing In All Good Things It might shimmy down a chimney It might ride a beam of light It might tie the ends of Time With a single kiss goodnight. Yes, that's right, love is on its way, my love. It might dress in comeback fashions It might scream like fired up passions It might ask the point in askin' When Lord knows how it happens. Yes, liebchen, love is on its way, my love. It might compliment an old green dress It might quiver at the first caress. It might even ask to keep a tress But Lord knows it will leave a mess. Yes, yes, yes, love is on its way, my love. |
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