VINTAGE
You are the promised
kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely
winter seem long.
You are the breathless
hush of evening
That trembles on the brink
of a lovely song.
You are the angel
glow that lights a star,
The dearest things
I know are what you are
kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely
winter seem long.
You are the breathless
hush of evening
That trembles on the brink
of a lovely song.
You are the angel
glow that lights a star,
The dearest things
I know are what you are