gracious me
what do i see
iss that you there
beneath the tree
all fresh and clean
and wide awake
could this be true
for heavens sake
a gift so pure and innocent
can only be a present sent
from life itself and i can see
the gift appears to be for me
for this day my heart did wait
and by my clock - you seem quite late
but all is well now that you're here
and i will always love you dear
for in the winds of time we've flown
and through all time your love i've known
fresh and true we rise again
to share ourselves once more with men
for they have been quite sad of late
all sick and tired and full of hate
in large numbers they do kill
at times it seems just for the thrill
but we will show them - you and me
there's more to life - as you shall see
for love like ours was ment to be
and love's the gift that sets man free
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