: Instrumental
: Has the world begun to rise to a storm? With a whisper of the wind That's begun to blow Doesn't anybody know Where does it end, where will it go? Doesn
: There's a feel that comes in the Spring A touch of hope, a new beginning Time's racing by I know But as it crossed my mind I thought we all would end
: Love is the warmth That I've felt deep inside you Sharing the silence of the dawn Love is the tenderness Of lying here beside you Wondering where the
Love is the warmth That I've felt deep inside you Sharing the silence of the dawn Love is the tenderness Of lying here beside you Wondering where the
Has the world begun to rise to a storm? With a whisper of the wind That's begun to blow Doesn't anybody know Where does it end, where will it go? Doesn
Instrumental
There's a feel that comes in the Spring A touch of hope, a new beginning Time's racing by I know But as it crossed my mind I thought we all would end
Paul Williams; music by Charles Fox, 1977) From the album ONE ON ONE (1977). This is the way to the freedom I've only dreamed of. These are the wings
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