Love Song
Joan Cartwright
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Written for a lover in Manhattan
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Making Love To You
©1982 Joan Cartwright
Making love to you is like the flowers
In the spring time, all the hours we spend together
And making love to you is like ocean
Kissing the shoreline bringing its ebb tide when day is done
And when my day is through
I hurry home to do
All that can, until it’s time
All that can, until it’s time
All that can, until it’s time
To make love to you
‘Cause making love to you I’m like an eagle
Soaring through heaven
And I know I’ll never be blue
‘Cause making love to you is like a river
Flowing through me
Bringing me sunshine and happiness
And when my life is through
I know my soul will rest
Because I’ve loved you
Because I’ve loved you
And I know you’re the best
And making love to you is like the Springtime
With all the flowers
And all the hours we spend together
And making love to you is like the sunshine
Bringing me power
For all the hours I’m away from you
And when my day is through
I hurry home to do
All that I can, until it’s time
All that I can, until it’s time
All that I can, until it’s time
To make love to you
Making love to youuuuuuuuuuu
Is like everything I ever wanted to do
Oo ooo ooo ooo
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