Author: Joyce Hemsley
Please listen to me baby,
You are my own sweet lady,
With you I’m meant to be
And tomorrow we will see
Blue skies everywhere.
A hotel stands in waiting
Rose gardens near the sea
Two hearts anticipating
A romance of ecstasy.
So hush your painful crying,
Very soon we will be flying
Once again I’ll hear you sing
On a holiday in spring
No sadness anywhere.
A hotel stands in waiting
Rose gardens near the sea
Two hearts anticipating
A romance of ecstasy.
