"PS-400 In My Own Words- Love is a Wonderful Thing" by Numi Who

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Jazz • Lounge

Charts

Peak #95

Peak in subgenre #13

Author

1985 wbiro

Rights

1985 wbiro

Uploaded

August 25, 2015

Track Files

MP3

MP3 18.8 MB • 192 kbps • 13:43

Lyrics

Love is a wonderful thing,
everytime we try it;
Love is a wonderful thing,
everyday.
We can't lose if we try it,
it's all happy and gay.
You know it by the time
you're told every day,
and we can't lose if we go there.

Love is a wonderful thing, you know,
rooms and views are with it.
No possession can be anything without you,
love is actually all about you.

I don't have to be a clown to show it,
blow it, or roll it, no;
facts and vision know it.

I love you,
gathering soft rememberings;
You're the driver of my imaginations,
living gestations.
We can't live without it.

There she goes, with her shocking ways,
chasing it all over town;
but wait, turn around, it's following you,
hear them all, strange men talk, they're awed.

The shadow, flicker, no sound,
and the mark of the town is seen
every witching day.
It all comes true with style,
all talking of gold.
Mountains of gold; the color's sound;
I'm talking to those who know it.

It actually glows on,
on top of the world,
Through the world.

Hey, you, what you say?
Every day,
and Christmas too,
it's a holiday, every day
with you;
and you made it, too,
my arms are all for it.

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