Al Martino - Where Do I Begin Lyrics
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Where Do I Begin
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What Are The Lyrics For Where Do I Begin By Al Martino?
Where do I begin?
To tell the story of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love he brings to me Where do I start? Like a summer rain That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine He came into my life and made the living fine And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine He fills my heart He fills my heart with very special things With angels' songs, with wild imaginings He fills my soul with so much love That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely With him along, who could be lonely I reach for his hand, it's always there How long does it last? Can love be measured by the hours in a day? I have no answers now, but this much I can say I'm going to need him till the stars all burn away And he'll be there He fills my heart with very special things With angels' songs, with wild imaginings He fills my soul with so much love That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely With him along, who could be lonely I reach for his hand, it's always there How long does it last? Can love be measured by the hours in a day? I have no answers now, but this much I can say I'm going to need him till the stars all burn away And he'll be there |
Who Wrote Where Do I Begin By Al Martino?
Randy Newman
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What's The Duration Of The Where Do I Begin By Al Martino?The duration of Where Do I Begin is 4:16 minutes and seconds. |
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