‘T is sweet to think that where’er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we ‘re far from the lips we love, We ‘ve but to make love to the lips we are near.
‘T is sweet to think that where’er we rove We are sure
‘T is sweet to think that where’er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we ‘re far from the lips we love, We ‘ve but to make love to the lips we are near.
