The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure
. .
. “Nice isn’t It Love” Lee said smiling back to April as they walked inside what was now their house.
The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure
. .
. “Nice isn’t It Love” Lee said smiling back to April as they walked inside what was now their house.
The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure
. .
. “Nice isn’t It Love” Lee said smiling back to April as they walked inside what was now their house.
