Chuck Girard Quiet Hour
When the day is done and gone,
And shades of evening come along
I sit alone and think of you,
And thank you that I have this quiet hour
Alone with you
My quiet hour, to be with you
Melodies and symphonies,
And gentle breezes in the trees
I must confess that all of these,
Do nothing more than simply to remind me
How wonderful you are
How can I tell you, how wonderful you are
Oooooh la la la la, ooooh la la la la,
Ooooooooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooooooooh ooh ooh wah
I don't have to say a word,
And yet I know each word is heard
Makes no difference where I am,
You're there to join me in my quiet hour
Alone with you
I think of all you've done for me,
And how your love has made me free
How you gave so selflessly,
And I wonder how can I begin to thank you
For lovin' me
And my desire, my desire is to be with you
