Milton pascal / edgar fairchild
These are nights below
And thats the moon above
And those are eyes that say youre mine
Why cant we combine thesen thatn those
These are moments rare
And thats the comfy chair
And those are lips that should be kissed
How can we resist thesen thatn those
Holding conversation is no recreation
And we have so much more to do
Id be disrespectful
If I were neglectful
Of all that nature gave to you
These two hearts are bold
And thats a hand to hold
And those two arms have room to spare
Where we both can share thesen thatn those