A blossom fell from off a tree It settled softly on the lips you turn to me The gypsies say and I know why A falling blossom only touches lips that lie
My blossoms are falling What a strange feeling When it's so early in the year As soon as they are flowers They go and leave for ever Sweet blossom Where
September coming on You're still burning on my skin Lord, I want those Sweet rain drops to begin Cool this fever and keep me home Up on Cherry Blossom
Look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track Hey, look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin
A blossom fell from off a tree It settled softly on the lips you turned to me The gypsies say and I know why "A falling blossom only touches lips that
On dirt like stone The life paste, the bones of men That sought to overthrow Or all that remains Oh, what they stole Was innocence, the slate once clean
nighttime crushes the hurricane rose And with no one to care for you Who knows Blossom for me rose You're the picture of my love Blossom for me
Hey little apple blossom what seems to be the problem all the ones you tell your troubles to they dont really care for you Come and tell me what youre
How can I find something That two can take Without stumbling as we Walk into our future's wake I'm like a broken record That you can play Repeating as
When I was a little girl my father used to say "If trouble ever troubles you just dream your cares away" A dream is a wish your heart makes When you'
Woke up this mornin' With an awful achin' head. Woke up this mornin' With an awful achin' head. My new man left me. I'm just a bloom in an empty bed.
Stop me if you've heard this one I feel as though we've met before Perhaps I'm mistaken But it's just that I remind you Of someone you used to care about
Hold me close and hold me fast This magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose When you kiss me, heaven shys And though I close my eyes I see la vie
I've got some records here To put you in the mood. The phone is off the hook So no one can intrude. I feel romantic And the record changes automatic,
Bobby's driving through the city tonight, Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car. He joins the lovers in his heavy machine. It's a scene down on sunset
I read that it's all black and white Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright Ah! The technicolor light Red! Red!
