Spike Jones Love In Bloom
Can it be the trees
That fill the dream
With rare and magic perfume
Oh, no, it isn't the trees
It's love in bloom
Can it be the spring
That seems to bring
The moonlight into my room
Oh, no, it isn't the spring
It's love in bloom
My heart was the vessel
You planted the seed
And this is the flower
This are the sweet fulfillment
Is it all a dream
This joy supreme
That comes to me in the gloom
Oh, no it isn't a dream
It's love in bloom
Oh, no, it isn't a dream
It's...
Oh, no, it isn't a dream
It's...
Oh, no, it isn't a dream
It's...
