There were man'y people gathered
Just to air' their social ills;
It was re'ally quite a sad' convention.
Then I looked' into your eyes,'
And it took' me by surprise.'
For you sur'ely, yes you sur'ely grabbed my' attention.
Far a-way.
Take my hand.
Everything's a little brighter somehow;
Everything's a little nicer somehow.
Birds sing.
They flutter in the tree' tops,
Eating all the lemon drops.
Gee, I hope it ne'ver stops, too.
And it's all because of --
Days and nights:
Talk to me.
Everyone's a little kinder somehow.
Learning all about you; finding things out.
I know
The world is your and my' place,
Even in our fast pace.
Trace the dimples in your face, too.
And it's all because of --
Wings and prayers;
We shall see.
Always feeling kind of nearer somehow.
Always feeling like the future is now.
Maybe
The sky is full of peppermints,
Topping off with innocence.
Gee, this makes a lot' of sense, too.
And it's all because of --
((REPEAT CHORUS and FADE))
© (07/20) 2005 Big Apple PubCo Inc.
(p) 2005 National Records Inc.
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A-side of single
From a forthcoming Weavers LP.