He closed his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me". Where nights full of pleasure seldom see the light of day, They're never worth nothing 'til we give them away.īut love's like a promise in an un-opened letter, Thoughts are like pennies we keep in our pockets. Put off 'til tomorrow what we'd really rather do tonight,Īnd love while we're here before time passes by. They roll down the river and slip out of sight. © Famous Music Corporation / Universal Sheddhouse Music / WB Music Corp.)ĭreams drift away like leaves on the water. (Kathy Mattea, written by Jon Vezner and Susan Longaker. Also see Memorial Albums, Tribute Albums, Heritage Albums, Death and Grief, Scrapping the Difficult Times, Baby Memorial Albums, and Children Memorial Albums.
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