Corey Hart Sonnets From The Portuguese
Oh na, na, oh no Oh yea Forgive my reveries of rapturous days in December Indulge me if I cut a single orchid in your name Perhaps my senses are a kaleidoscope forever yearning And I am all at once so helpless to dissuade [The love you give, the love you give] It turns and turns a thousand days [The love you give, the love you give] (The love you give, the love you give) With wings to lift my spirit high (The love you give oh) Across the desert hills My path was marked by stars above me Moonlit desires to trace our figures in the sand Smooth alabaster carpet flying slowly And we are free to set our souls out to the wind [The love you give, the love you give] It turns and turns a thousand days [The love you give, the love you give] (The love you give, the love you give) With wings to lift my spirit high (The love you give oh, eh) Oh yea [The love you give] The love you give Blowing my mind [Ah the love you give] See the locket in your name [Say] Forgive my revelry [Say, say] Standing still here alone [You're here] [Yea, yea] Oh Enchanted, standing still In the honey-mustard fields of India Forever warm December breezes in our hearts The truest lines ever discovered you found to bring me "Sonnets from the Portuguese" Only lovers can explain [Lovers] Lovers can explain (The love you give, the love you give) It turns and turns a thousand days (The love you give, the love you give) (The love you give, the love you give) With wings to lift my spirit high (The love you give, oh no, no) [Love you give, love you give] It turns and turns a thousand days [Love you give, love you give] [Love you give, love you give] [Love you give, love you give] [Love you give, love you give] [Love you give, love you give] [Love you give] Love you give.
