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Half Way ‘Round the World(Bob Nolan)
This vagrant breeze it came from who knows where? I whisper, Darling, are you really there? And then your fingers brush my hair From halfway ‘round the world.
This flower I found upon a lonely vineIt’s velvet touch compares with only thine And so your lips are pressed to mine From halfway ‘round the world.
I promise you the joys we knew will still come true again, Dear. I promise you and heaven, too, I’ll be with you, till then, Dear,
Each night a prayer I’ll send through open space, In ev’ry dream I dream - behold your face, Forever, Dear, in your embrace Though halfway ‘round the world.
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