Jeri Southern
It Must Be True
Beside a shadey nook a moment's bliss we tookTo talk of love beneath the stars aboveI held your hand and whisperedDear, I love you, I love youAnd though it's just a dreamAn idle scheme of mine to win your heartAnd yet it seemed divine, it must be true,I am with you and you are mine, all mine.
From Letras Mania