Well I love you in the wintertime
Baby when the snow is on the
ground
Well I love you in the autumn
most of all
When the leaves come tumbling
down
When the leaves come tumbling
down
Baby I need your kind of loving
For to last my whole life
through
Baby I need your kind of loving
You know nobody else will
do
You know that nobody else
will do
Well I love you in the springtime
When the rippling streams
begin to flow
And the weather start to get
a bit warmer
And the grass begins to grow
And the green, green, grass,
begins to grow
Baby I need your kind of loving
For to last my whole life
through
Baby I need your kind of loving
You know that nobody else
will do
You know that nobody else
will do
Baby I need your kind of loving
For to last my whole life
through
Baby I need your kind of loving
You know nobody else will
do
You know nobody else will
do
Need your kind of loving
Operator, operator
Put me through to my baby
now
Operator, put me through to
my baby now
To my baby now, to my baby
now.
Marco Giunco |
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