"You Don't bring me Flowers"
"YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS"
YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS
AND IT MAKES ME FEEL SO BLUE
I NEVER DREAMED WE'D PART
I'M SO LONESOME WITH OUT YOU
I PICTURE YOU COMING TO THE DOOR
AS WE GREET WITH A HUG AND A KISS
SO HAPPY THAT WERE BACK TOGETHER
SO FILLED WITH LOVE AND BLISS
YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS
AND YOU DON'T CALL, BY TELEPHONE
I SIT HERE AND REMINISCE, FOR HOURS
TILL MY HEARTS CRIES . . . INTO A MOAN
YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS
STILL, I THINK OF YOU EVERY DAY
Yet, I KNOW, WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN
YOU'LL BE WAITING WITH A . . . FRESH BOUQUET!
COPYRIGHT © JUDITH JOHNSON KYPTA
MATTHEW 5:4
BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MORN: FOR THEY
SHALL BE COMFORTED
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