Come to my bedside, my darling. Come over here and close the door. Won't you lay your body soft and close beside me And drop your petticoat upon the floor?
I waited for you, oh, such a long time. I tried to grow and be a better man. If you knew your love has made one poor heart wealthy Though my clothes may lay tattered in your hand.
Your breast has told my ear life's golden secrets. Your back has shown my fingers endless groans. Your lips have whispered wisdom that is timeless About life and death and things I'd never known.
Come to my bedside, my darling. Come over here and close the door. Won't you lay your body soft and close beside me And drop your petticoat upon the floor?
Your eyes are bluer than the mountain waters. Your hair is flowin' dark and flowin' long. Your skin has more gold than a morning sunrise. It is softer than the breeze of a summer's dawn.
I miss you more with every passin' sunset. I plan a plan on every new day born. No, words cannot describe one thing I'm sure of, That it's in my lovin' arms that you belong.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
