A song of thanks to my beloved
Music/Lyrics/Arrangement/Singing/Playing/Recording:Tom O'Brien
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Sometimes somebody is just the right fit in your life, and how can you not sing about it?
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Thank you for growing your hair for me
Although a tangled web it weaves
You shame the flowers you bring to me
You know the meaning of honesty
And for all these little things
You just make me wanna sing
I woke up thinking of you today
And found you breathing an inch away
Some morning coffee might make you wake
But I just wanted to stay that way
And for all these little things
You just make me wanna sing
Ask me if I'd let you go
Sometimes I'll say, "I don't know"
I had other seeds to sow
But I sowed them long ago
And for all these little things
You just make me wanna sing
You paint me pictures of what you dream
And they don't have to mean a thing
The trees are blue and the sky is green
Somehow I always know what you mean
And for all these little things
You just make me wanna sing
When I curl up close to you
Knowing all I know is true
When your colors all turn blue
Don't you think I've been there too?
And for all these little things
You just make me wanna sing
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