| I love your lovin' arms,
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| They hold a world of charms,
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| A place to nestle when I am lonely.
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| A cosy Morris chair,
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| Oh, what a happy pair!
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| One caress,
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| Happiness
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| Seems to bless my little honey.
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| I love you more each day;
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| When years have passed away,
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| You’ll find my love belongs to you only;
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| 'Cause when the world seems wrong,
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| Then I know that I belong
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| Right in my honey’s lovin' arms.
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| I love your lovin' arms,
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| They seem to hold a world of charms,
|
| A place to nestle when I am lonely.
|
| A cosy Morris chair,
|
| Oh, what a happy pair!
|
| One caress,
|
| Happiness
|
| Seems to bless my little honey.
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| I love you more each day;
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| When years have passed away,
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| You’ll find my love belongs to you only;
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| 'Cause when the world seems wrong,
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| Then I know that I belong
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| Right in my honey’s lovin' arms.
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| Oh, when the world seems wrong,
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| Then I know that I belong
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| Right in my honey’s lovin' arms. |