Like moonlight looks on a country side, like a rose that's

fall in love too easilyI fall in love too fastI

I miss the thrill of grammar school romancesI miss the junior

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

for the memoryOf things I can't forgetJourneys on a

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can

Move over, sun, and give me some skyI got me some

Moon River, wider than a mileI'm crossin' you in style somedayOh,

strolled the lane togetherLaughed at the rain togetherSang love's

of the Sun and West of the MoonWe'll build

We might have been meant for each otherTo be or not

Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighsI'm not too good at leaving

Rain falling from the skiesLike lonely tears through misty eyesRain streaming

I've no proof when people sayYou're more or less aloofBut you're

come all ye faithfulJoyful and triumphantOh, come ye, oh,

(Boy of mine, boy of mine)(Dear little boy of mine)Boy of

Don't you ever be afraid to go homeDon't ever be afraid

didn't know what time it wasThen I met youOh, what

I fall in love with you ev'ry dayThe thrill is always