Bette Midler - Paradise Lyrics
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Paradise
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What Are The Lyrics For Paradise By Bette Midler?
There is a land I know,
Where lovers go, and flowers grow, Forever more. Where time is standing still, And lovers fill the quiet places, By the shore. We will cross the rainbow To a place where we'll be free, And he'll give his love to me. So I wait for the day, When he takes me away, to... Paradise. He'll take me by my hand. We'll walk along the sand. It's never-never land. Whoa-oo, whoa-oo, whoa. We'll build a castle there, Where we can share the happiness We've waited for. Where white flamingos fly, Away up high, and play above The ocean floor. We will climb a mountain To see our wonderland. Maybe now you'll understand Why I wait for the day, When he takes me away, to... Paradise. He'll take me by my hand. We'll walk along the sand. A never-never land. Whoa-oo, whoa-oo, whoa. I'll stand by him, Do right by him And I swear that I would die for him. Ohh, die for him. Paradise. He'll take me by my hand. We'll walk along the sand. It's never-never land. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll stand by him, Do right by him. Oh, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm gonna stand, I'm gonna stand by him. Gonna do right, gonna do right by him. Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah. Oh, yeah... |
Who Wrote Paradise By Bette Midler?
Perry L Botkin, Gil Garfield, Harry Nilsson, Phil Spector
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What's The Duration Of The Paradise By Bette Midler?The duration of Paradise is 4:16 minutes and seconds. |
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