“Love, just in case you've not heard
It's been run ragged, a ghost of a word
But hope kind of stuck
And with any luck
Maybe next summer, maybe by fall
Well, if not then, I am sure you'll recall
That our gloomy December will brighten by May
You're on your way.”
Love, just in case you've not heard
It's been run ragged, a ghost of a word
But hope kind of stuck
And with any luck
Maybe next summer, maybe by fall
Well, if not then, I am sure you'll recall
That our gloomy December will brighten by May
You're on your way.