Sarah Vaughan The Touch Of Your Hand
When you shall see flowers
That lie on the plain
Lying there sighing
For one touch of rain
Then you may borrow
Some glimpse of my sorrow
And you'll understand
How I longed for the touch for your hand
I've loved you so
You'll never know
All through those far ways
And strange star ways
On sea or on land
I will long for the touch of your hand
