Please listen to me baby, You are my own sweet lady, With you I'm meant to be And tomorrow we will see Blue skies everywhere. A hotel stands in waiting Rose gardens near the sea Two hearts anticipating A romance of ecstasy. So hush your painful crying, Very soon we will be flying Once again I'll hear you sing On a holiday in spring No sadness anywhere. A hotel stands in waiting Rose gardens near the sea Two hearts anticipating A romance of ecstasy.
Author: Joyce Hemsley