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Till You Return (Bob Nolan)
Till you return, no bird may sing Nor word of song its message bring. Oh, lonely hours of absence and empty arms I must endure till you return.
Till you return, no star may shine, Nor smile, caress to equal thine. Oh, prayer of parting, tell me what must I do? Or break my heart till you return.
When will I hear your sweet voice and then When will I thrill to your touch again?
Till you return, I promise, dear, Though birds won’t sing nor stars appear, My heart on wings will find you each lonely day And watch o’er you till you return.
When will I hear your sweet voice and then When will I thrill to your touch again?
Till you return, I promise, dear, Though birds won’t sing nor stars appear, My heart on wings will find you each lonely day And watch o’er you till you return.
NB: You are listening to a recording by Gene Davenport from his album, "Ghost Towns and Gopher Trails".
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