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I don't need your photograph to keep
by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don't need your portrait, dear, to bring you to mind
For sleeping or waking, dear, I find.
The very thought of you and I forget
to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a queen.
And foolish though it may seem
Why to me that's everything.
The mere idea of you, the longing
here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love. |

Bente Windum |

H. C. Vartenberg |
Instrumentalt
mellemspil
The mere idea of you, the longing
here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love.
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love.
Indspillet i februar 2011 med
Bente Windum og H.C. Vartenberg i front |