Love Song

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Beth Howland - Pop

Love Song

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My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after His words ring sweet as a chime of gold And his eyes are lit with laughter He is jubilant as a flag unfurled— Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him My own dear love, he is all my world,— And I wish I'd never met him My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet And a wild young wood-thing bore him! The ways are fair to his roaming feet And the skies are sunlit for him As sharply sweet to my heart he seems As the fragrance of acacia My own dear love, he is all my dreams,— And I wish he werе in Asia My love runs by like a day in June And hе makes no friends of sorrows He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows He'll live his days where the sunbeams start Nor could storm or wind uproot him My own dear love, he is all my heart,— And I wish somebody'd shoot him

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  • Dorothy Parker